The blood is thick, thicker than my thoughts are quick Quicker than these thoughts turn sick, sick Sicker then my temperature rising Sicker then whites of these eyes despising me and all my loves that I can disguise And I'll never know why.
Ouu... The air is clear, Clearer than the taste of tears Clearer than the smell of fear And I'm fearful of a long, cold year with you, Don't you know what you do? You give me the horrors and I give you the goo that oozes, separate the scabs from the bruises.
I turn my thoughts off and on, and off and on, and off and on, and off and on, and off and on
I'm out of breath, offers me taste of death, Equally a taste of life and I freeze to feel it, I prayed to my god And I prayed to your Jesus, oh yes! I prayed and I pleaded that I'd never go back... But I'm always going back.
Coz' the touch is sweet, Sweeter than he touches me Sweeter than touch repeats, repeats, please Believe, my heart spills it's guts everytime that you leave, don't you know what you do? You give me horrors and I give you the goo that oozes, sperate the scabs from the bruises.
Off and on, off and on...
He's gonna teach me how to live! x9Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
