Senseless steps taken blindly in agony Grasping for something for air for purity Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait I have no pigment to define this shape
The notes of decay Learned from the mouth of violence I sang them everyday Till I became a silence I say that I am okay Cut edges and pretend That I have a heart that I can mend
The hands that used to be a part of me Were tortured by my demon's destructive needs From pieces of ruin I will deploy I'll construct a pretty temple to destroyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
