Where there is life there is no hope But one blank, tear stained, beaten face Feels like your heart creeps up your throat When your bitten tongue no longer tastes
I don't how many kicks and punches But it's a carnage I'm not sure how many lines or pages If there's a message No, I dont' know how many strides and pushes Threats or courage I'm not even sure if one could assess the damage Or find the wreckage
Today's goat, good father knows His fists clenched, spitting in my faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
