now september fattens on vines and roses flaking from the wall here I'm holding you for the last time and I know all phantoms keep on passing by why could I not feel it coming I hide my tears behind cold hands pale love lost in the winds of torture see this knife still bleeding while her pulse declines
...and light since then is a keyhole rusting gently bleeding this life is creaking along but still I am seeking
I cry in praise of the lonely act of not feeling a strange tongue forced into my mouth do not come before me now do not come, visionary face I can feel your wild confronting stare an equilibrium that puts a blame on me
guilt burns in me fear growls at me I am crumbling away
a mighty nothing darkened the unconscious years of suppressionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
