the act of seeing with ones own eyes to prove a loss as real skull and bone on stainless steel skull and bone amid earth and stone needles nails slugs and snails on stainless steel bad teeth out my dirty mouth tell my tale they assured me we'd have a cup of tea get cleaned up and drive home well now I'm stuck in the killers graveyard cellophane and packing tape to mask my face cellophane and packing tape sealed my fate muffled my moans before you buried me deep in the circle beneath the courtyards paving stones putrid mire just my luck that's how i got fucking stuck in the killer's graveyard 25 cromwell the west's house of hell 25 cromwellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
