I walk in shadows and darkness I feel the feel of the sand My words are calloused and poisoned
Cover my tracks with a pulpit The back alley's my arms My veins are thinning in poisons
I feel the feel of the sand I feel the feel of the sin I feel the feel of the sand I feel the feel
Breathe addiction and darkness I feel the smoke in my lungs My words are venom and poisoned All lines except when speaking of love
Cover my ears to the ringing To the memories and pain Her voice like singing of sirens Drown myself among the rocks and the waves
I feel the feel of the sand My veins, the touch of her hands I feel the feel of the sin The acid touch of her hand I feel the feel of the sand My veins, the touch of her hands I feel the feel of the sin I feel the feel
I need my hour of darkness I feel the feel of the sin My wounds are calloused and poisoned [?] right overhead Cover my tracks with a pulpit The back alley's my arms My veins are thinning in poison
I feel the feel of the sand Pray to the dirt for repent I feel the feel of the sin My veins, the touch of her handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
