We have been worthless, we have been safe, in minds belittled by the threat, of our own ice age.
A fall distorts us, and where we've been, rewriting bastards as contenders- sight unseen, In place of angels, butchers hands, too wide to fit through doors of virtue, blame, demand.
Blame and demand.
We count for distance, from human nerves, we count for all the things we take, that we don't deserve, all contradictions will make us stand to fake the end as the beginning blame, demand. Blame and demand.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.