Don't open life alone Contact the empire solutionaries They cut the skin, they peel back the onion Reveal the ghost blood Fat black gas exudes Moves into the mirrored halls of empty values
Canned sister Iowa Drive me to the changing room Where the counterfeit meets And brings its collection of orphans
Leave them in the state grip The nurses hate them But it's up to you and me, my faithful sin-eater To give them a glorious lightbath And remove their wrapping Their burning flag birthday suitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
