These are the eyes of the sickest In his sight there is no forgiveness
The sickest bastard tells a story to justify his own glory upon the endless misery of the weakest Bastard son who loved his dad and he choose the same path, he wanted to keep the throne like his old man, But the day has come, the weakness has been recognized, bastard son will wind up dead. Shinny glow for thy eyes reflected, smile for the weak they will never forget…
These are the eyes of the sickest In his sight there is no forgiveness
As I’m sitting down by the river Faces floating right in front of me Expressions like an unsolved riddle Ripping my soul and my heart’s growing feeble… …and as you fall asleep I hunt you in your dreams, I’ve tried to overcome my mind so i decided to wake you up… …and bring you down to an end cause you’re better off dead.
yeah, you're better off dead!
Worthless pieces protected and sacred I tried to put them back together, flashback, memories from the past flicker in front of my eyes I’ll open your wound and pull out your insides I’ll made you stare, watch who you are, sacred pieces will shatter forever. I don’t need no strength, to spread my own sickness cause I simply know how to kill… And this cluttered nonsense makes sense to my mind - my will. all this is real!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
