Distension, lack of space Skin obstructs my arms, my eyes Useless stumps, discomfort
I'll be born, among the waste my mother Will give me birth, to leave me Rotten stink, the only memory
I've been born, and rape my own vanity Hiding behind non-existent thoughts and happiness, Sad prizes for a crawling time-serving Play with my tongue, string it through rotten teeths, Tear it, pushin' it in my throat Lungs implode Infected cancer in a child snow-white body Play with my tongue, string it through rotten teeths
I'll be grown in a grey ridoled building, Witness of a war lost in the past, Solitude the only memory
Now I'm dead, only certainty And happily sing, like nothing had never happened.
Distension, lack of space Skin obstructs my arms, my eyes Useless stumps, discomfort I'll be born, among the waste my mother Will give me birth, to leave me Rotten stink, the only memory I've been born, and rape my own vanityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
