my body is a stone still waiting for a sculptor and his chisel an undiscovered land no claims and no one owner clear as a crystal to hell with being pure it feels like being crippled like a hunchback for just one drop of you i'd give up my right arm and my hearing time is running out the clock is ticking fast beat it beat it aging is a spider i'm caught up in his web break it break it a veil hides my face my chest is ringed with flowers looking younger the scent of fragrant oils sneaks well past your defenses goodbye wrinklesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
