We wear our rags we wear our ties and once were dead were all the same we drive our cars we ride our bikes and once were dead were all the same we build our towers we build our forts and once were dead were all the same nobodys different we all rot the same
Help me father i'm a sinner I just cannot cope put that bullet in my skull and dress my neck with rope bring these towers crashing I can't take this anymore drown me in the flood waters I'll cower at your door
With every sip and every sup i'm breaking down i'm giving up like knives under my nails along with pliers tearing teeth from rotting gums i'm backed into the corner so familiar so secure we hate the differences to bite the fucking hook
Lye me down in satin croon that lullabye that eases the tremors and lust to ache the cost will kill the stumbled sobbing swaine
When the frame work collapses theres no reason left to fight its hard enough to surrvive without senseless violence are chances are greater of living so open your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
