Sins since six.. I have stained your world...... Six since sick, sacrifice, burning blind....
...and then - words come back, they know our frantic war...
Six - piles dead, come let - your brain inside... Dead bets - far from dead - your core - your eye.....
send them, send all.... does - cancer follow me? when it - formed a clot - you got it - you're down low.........
and then - words bounce back - they know our frantic war.....Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
