Mistakes I’ve made Traced in blood through fresh snow Carving paths of decay Senseless repetition
If these myopic eyes won’t cease their endless wandering Then I will pluck them out Feast on the spoils of treachery
My victimless crimes For all our heroes were wrong
My lack of impulse control and wealth of festering need Had left us chained to each other Dashed on the rocks Disgraced by the sea
All of our heroes were wrong Face me
I’ve wasted years with invertebrates Railed against reason Akratic atrophy
The idea of redemption is insulting But you know thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
