Raise up to the good times, girl We're runnin’ low on time I want our lust To last throughout this night But as we lay our bodies down upon the furs and hides You cried out in terror as the bed consumed your life
Concealed in the lightless tomb And creeping towards the shine The glint of those golden coins has surely caught my eye But as I open up the chest it's teeth are sharp as knives Hindsight is looking good right now, curse my greedy mind
Beware of the things you want, cause they might want you more, a killer likeness to the core I'd advise to question everything you've ever known, or else you might end up devoured by the doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
