A glass filled with gas rag stuffed in the top the tip is already lit you may have thought you started the war but it ends here torch your fucking home down while you are still inside I'll do it when you're sleeping won't make it out alive nothing's left burned and gone who gives a shit that you've died it's not fair that they suffered but your family had to go there's no one to remember all thoughts of you are gone died engulfed in fire.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
