As the man I am, I dislike More purities and feelings send Into the extacy I hate Nobody controls me Maybe it's because nobody wants to Anyway
They watch the terror In a maze full of gray we shall rest Incomplete, fictive mirror Enchanting the way, I do at my best
When a man disconnects, he will lie A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading The poor suckers brain I'm one of those men But hey then again: Who's to say
Grey is coming, a broken frame
On the cross, my mirror Unattended my body decays A future loss, aching nearer Soon I'll meet the bossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
