Born into this place my life will soon become a waste all you do is wait to die
cover my eyes so i can't see and burn my thoghts internally
when i try to speak words come out but the meaning is weak just more sounds that fill the street
cover my eyes so i can't see and burn my thoughts internally block my ears so i can't hear sounds were never so crystal sclear what lies further down the street lost souls their home concrete it doesn't really matter when there's nowhere else to go why paint a picture when there's no one else to showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
