The poisonous wave in my veins the impetuous wind pulls me away The tender roots of a child humbled by the disgusting needle Useless fear with nauseating odour I’m losing control The sick envelope drifts away among the wicked whistles The angel with rusted iron claws seeks me to castrate me
If I could only recover my lost weight it would be easy to kill him but here hanging at three meters from the wooden floor I don’t even know how to runaway I shake my arms like wings but my body was made for the ground.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
