The iron grate, the bed of stone The crawling rat, the heathen witch who cursed me with green eyes
The price of sin, the aching heart The touch of youth, the falling tooth And I have far below
I wish I was dead
Her eyes were loveless and evil Her eyes stared to my soul And I have fallen through the cracks And Hell is having lived too long Hell is having lived too long...
I wish I was dead I wish I was never born at all I wish I was deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
