Someone slings a little box Someones hand across the door Wakes his life from his binds, chains of regulations God does not, with his holy hand, Permit common sense... invasion Say a prayer, for all those with closed minds The icy air pierces my flesh, The supple ring on my hand It's for the victim, I dirtied myself in purities darkness
Someone slings a little box Someones hand across the door Your heart skips a beat, as you fall asleep You lose touch with the darken world God does not, with his holy hand, Permit common sense... invasion Say a prayer, for all those with closed minds The icy air pierces my flesh, The pearls shining 'round her neck It's for the victim, I dirtied myself in purities darkness
Someone slings a little box Someones hand across the door Wakes his life from his binds, chains of regulations God does not, with his holy hand, Permit common sense... invasion Say a prayer, for closed minds The icy air pierces my flesh, The supple ring on my hand It's for the victim, I dirtied myself in purities darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
