Is it thirteen? Is it number ten? 1971. When life had just begun. Is it my brother? Born in '79. My two-year daughter, or the one I left behind. They lie and smile insist. Better place wanted. I can feel your eyes, burning, in my mind. Expire. Dead. Running. Pulling. Plugging. Doing. Chastity. I promise not. In figure. Naked. Sweating. Bleeding. All forsaken. Promise. Nothing. Nothing. The ramblings of a madman. Poison. Words. Naked. Sweating. Nothing. Nothing. Poison. Nothing. They pull you out it's very intimate. To think they even make the time. All is not to be forgotten.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
