Somewhere in this nightmare I was trying to apply self-care Instead I'm dying I wipe the feces with these pale sheets Feels like kisses Mostly found on streets The filth,the stench Roll my fingers into a fist Clench it Won't stop,keeps falling out from all directions Though I shout Asphyxiation A sweet-sower oddour Green,visible smell It even has a sound louder than the nightclubs in HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
