In the pain of oblivion, I'm gasping for breath If only I could cancel all the features of human Being They were designed to destroy If only they could be washed like sins By coins of indulgences But remember the hell is open for everyone I‘m moving in the circle Sooner or later starting from the same Spot I cannot break up with you I would Start a crush again I'm the self-imposed sheep Trapped in the midst of wolves Behold I will feed the urge of you In the cold Burn of your heart I could steal the moonlight in the night With the growing fear welcome The starving crows of upcoming armageddon The rats of falsehood feasting on me Now I'm like an empty vessel Like a trash bin for your twisted pleasures Come on one more time draw the last milk from meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
