Molted moon is drowning in the pool Iced skies, stars-scars, Silver bleeding Burning breath of life is getting cool Face the haze, dusk-mask Black hole breeding
Smell this bittersweet noise Slowly coming in sight Feel the presence of someone Who watches you sleep every night
Wingless dream... Don't make a crawl It comes too far Catch the tracer bullet Falling star
Morning light will come too soon Grim grin, reek trick of your senses Raging flames of the offensive afternoon You're getting spill, the broken will, high defenceless...
The flight of thousand burning birds... You step aside and watch your back! In the hour of pages groaned with words And yellow spiders attackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
