They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut. And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck. I believe, believe, that you're the God of Abraham. And you'll strike me dead, but in the end, what the fuck do I care? We can never be alone. There's a restlessness in our bones. Because what if decide that my life has been a waste? So woe be unto us.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
