Figures come out of the rainy fog silhouettes are passing by like running time Winter's hot and its sun burns my skin thousand raindrops the alibi for a poor god Smells like dry sore, seems that it grows constantly changing its shapes, we are but apes Smells like dry sore, its my contempt for them my past is black, my present black, their faces suck WHEN ALL IS BLACK
They will always dry out Like raisins in the sun They fester like a sore and run My foe is just you and your twins You always skate on thin ice byt never drown Your indifference has grown Your days are numbered, you know Your fear is an expensive whore Your descendants forlorn
... my past is black, my present black, their faces suck WHEN ALL IS BLACKTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
