A soil and worms is all I see above from deep down under Smell of damp and rotten wood I am still breathing
To live or not to live To breathe or not to breathe Should the bell ring for my unearthing? Repent in ash and dust Unleash all my distrust In the grasp of the last air gust I breathe
I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you I have a spoonful of promises Oaths I never made Thus never broken A book of poems that will never see the light of day
Crawling slowly deep under the snow Death is now watching As I try to break the riddle To settle my choice
Dictated penalty This tragic destiny I am scratching the wood, do I want to die? The frenzy into those eyes Reminds a past demise The day I promised to excise
I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you I have a spoonful of promises Oaths I never made Thus never broken A book of poems that will never see the light of day
"All considered I will now depart In the arms of this lightless dusk I bid you farewell I repent our days of old though As they have doomed the rest of my life"
I have a chest full of well-rehearsed speeches I never gave I have a handful of dialogues I never had with all of you I have a spoonful of promises Oaths I never made Thus never broken A book of poems that will never see the light of day
Never see the light of day AhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
