I’ve warmed us a seat in hell, of molten lava My rodent peers, tears, fears, consigned to oblivion
Mother, you silenced the voice of hope For I was born with hands around my throat And I purge myself at the thought every time I gnawed at rope and swallowed twine
Maternal hands that drowned me slow Summoned monsters from below And I buried you, in a shallow grave among the rest A faded heartbeat in your chestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.