This bottle's a mask I use To hide my face from the world And if you ask why I'll shrug and laugh Plummeting to the ground Faster than my head is spinning Faster than your judging fingers Could extend towards me
It stains your lips from your fingertips Like decaying cobwers Don't judge lest ye be judged This is the spear to pierce my skin
This crown of thorns you've placed upon me Is so heavy Compacting my spine as I stumble through sands Reaching for hands to help me pull me back up And guide me home But you couldn't see me drifting by Because you were blinded by your splintering eyes Don't judge lest ye be judged
But you couldn't see me drifting by Because you were blinded by your splittering eyes
Oh God I promise you Oh God I promise you Oh God I promise you Oh God I won't give up on your world Like it has given up on me I promise you oh God I won't give up on your world Like it has given up on me I promise you oh GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
