Hidden in shadows of light, when the curtain's pulled looked at with eyes sayings all, about direfulness Should have preferred the comfort of nondisclosure Slayed by pre-existence
Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me the making of lies is not all to decline I've been there I've touched it don't neglate my mind, do trust it what's sacred to you has been put through my spine
Waiting for the verdict inwrought with secrecy generative thoughts, from another dying bred: All we see and all seem is but a dream and darkness weaves with many shades Sector senseless, your stagnant
Unabashed Illdisposed a shapeless ghost convoking me
Inside the church of nonbelievers I find myself peacedecievers, my private hell All the answers layed down to me by higher power showing ways to victory
Deficient as a heathen, in terms of fortitude singing out the dirge relieving me for you All we know just goes to show our inner glow and darkness weaves with many shades sector senseless, your stagnant
Her gracious smile at mine
Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me the making of lies is not all to decline I've been there I've touched it don't neglate my mind, do trust it what's sacred to you has been put through my spineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
