You're a God charade I'll let you down like a noise complaint I know my cover's blown Fetish and fury tax worshiping everything I lack is dumb Invention strung
Into empty space where hollow shapes will misbehave What does holy want? I'll be that Picturesong Make me into a hundred words hide me in bathroom walls
It's a spastic shame that hollow shapes will break the frame What does holy want? A wind up Picturesong A muse to sing a dozen words a silence for the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.