Have a taste Don't want Don't waste Its flavor for all
Guts stuffed full of plastic morsels
Full Looks right Feels right Tastes right Worn well
Taxidermy by dystopian minds
It's for show And it glow But all too strained Scream strange Make sense Make it, sense Derange
Trash turns death into art, immortal Bionic bile
Force the light to bend and pretend it's raining Light on your descent into red Faced, fading Fist, the hand to lend In defense, sky waving Inch back from the mend with intent to die waiting
True friends don't let friends play dead True friends don't let friends play dead True friends don't let friends play dead longTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
