Go into the wild and find the beast that makes you suffer. Lure it to you with a scent of fresh cut potential. Sharpen your weariness upon the rock of your hopeless optimism. And stab that beast anywhere you can. In it's hungry mouth would be preferential.
Let your blood fire in the wilderness. Let your heart race among the leaves and sticks. Your sorrow is dead. Your sorrow is dead. No matter what your fear will tell you to believe.
Go into the wild and find the beast that brings you happiness. Watch for where it eats and situate yourself there. Let it see you and not be threatened everyday. Show it the hide of your enemy stretched across the rock of your hopeless optimism. When it comfortably eats from the palm of your hand you jump on it's back and ride away.
Let your blood fire in the wilderness. Let your heart race among the leaves and sticks. Your sorrow is dead. Your sorrow is dead. No matter what your fear will tell you to believe.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
