If I stop running to the outer edge of town, they will find me and make me forget... That when I wake up, two months down the line, I would set out to do it all again. Though I know I might not reach the end.
Don’t know nothing of where these sewers lead. I’m just guessing it’s to a brighter place. Where time moves slower and work is off the clock. Where thoughts are happier and never under watch. And I know I might not reach the end, but if I try now something’s bound to break.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.