Times are changing, confusion to define Haunting scars and tokens through my line We did never actually meet and now it's too late I am cold and can no longer entertain those who don't care
Dreams to conserve the virtual reality I reach for the level above the (puny) naivety I saw them like a bunch of slaves In the depth they are all fakes
In chains my body is bound I am and you can't change the fact that, She I love is not she I care for...
I am waiting and waiting and dreaming But I can't imagine what the dwell is for Consecrate to the outstanding misery I fuck the black flaunting leather whore
The touch of this knife makes me wonder.... The say life is so cruel I guess they're just afraid to open their minds and see what's inside?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
