Carrying a heard the size of my head Got an angel on my back The leftovers of my face Is a leaden mask of death Drink my coffee black I sing with a voice full of scorn Behind my bony mask of face They call me the one with horns But at the end of the day, I'm just torn
I don't think about things too much Sunken temples, sleeky smile I've been in the scene for much to long To not be vile I'm scared stiff about the fact That someday I'll slack Led astray in a world I once knew Used to be king now considered a fool
I admire your burnt skin But is your flesh rotten right through? Alive among the lifeless In a close-minded world Where no-one is true Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
