Cast asunder, casketless in a grave full without number. They feel that I am already gone, and soon they will cease to be wrong.
Only mush is left behind these eyes. Foam creeps through clenched teeth, slowly bubbling from my closed lips. My nostrils are filling with the mud that was once only soil, pressed tight into my face from weight of dancing feet.
It's not my fault that I'm here It's not their fault that they don't hear
They know not what they do, and their actions arise from fear. They know nothing of the suffering that I have experienced above ground and even less of that which I now feel while below.
My hands burrow endlessly, tightly bound by the earth that surrounds, until they finally find each other. I claw at my wrist and hold my breath, this evil will subsist, regardless of my death.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
