Deformation of personality, Death whispered a lullaby, Twisted motions, Breath blown chaos, Ocean full of hate, Stepping into reality. Paranoid with the Loss of his four walls, Crawling his way Through the flesh garden, Seeks its way out, The next Jane Doe will fall. *burp* Button loose, Shovel in one hand, Stepping into the garden, Burying the evidence... Falling on his knees, Ending credits, Disgust in theoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.