Taste is something that's, more often than not, taken for granted; but not by me. Dressed to the nines and ready to roll, with the creativity and overwhelming drive to bury your aspiration-less life. I'm looking down on you; don't forget: I'm watching you and judging. You're convinced I think I'm better than you, well you're wrong; I know I am. Nothing sells love like a mace. These tin snips will solve my problems; it's the perfect setup for the perfect coward. You were so busy vilifying me as a self-assurance; you never saw it coming, now it's too late. Coward, you'll know my face, as it's the last you'll ever see.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
