The mask is cracking and reveals the rotten flesh underneath. I can feel the edge, grasp it, breathe out, breath in, hold it; In one move try to tear it down.
It hurts, it fucking hurts, it hurts so bad!
Yet still there, tangling from the chin. Blood all over the chest and my hands, feels like numbered days.
Put it back, rip it off or stay: will it matter anyway? Time will tell, time will tell.
I can't bear myself, I'd rather die, I want to die, so let me die!
Je deteste moi! Je veux mourir! Je veux mourir! Laisse-moi mourir!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
