On my journey I've got juice for when I'm thirsty. Seeking a remedy to put my mind at ease...
You can dig a hole into my soul which is hollow like a bowl. Getting deeper and darker, but not weaker the feeder of what I know is stepping over my toes and getting under my skin. I'm becoming thin. I know those doctors and nurses they carry curses in their purses - I'm not ready to go. No no no no no...
Misunderstood and fragile are my bones which unfold my only woe taking me faster and faster my feet heart and soles burn. Please take it slow I'm spinning out of control and losing sight of my kin, the world in which I sin. I know those teachers and preachers they leave us speechless with our weakness, I'm not ready to go. No no no no no...
On my journey I've got juice for when I'm thirsty. Seeking a remedy to stop me eating me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
