Gimme another reason and I'll try to freeze my brain You gave me a private hell and now you want back my flesh Lay down, Land’s will No running, But running is all I got Force down, Swallow glass When your hands are into blood
Please, do not call him your father
Just another day here and I'll die For every missed whisper I hope you'll cry You put me in a private hell like an attraction for Another income - selling blood Another income - selling blood
Just another day in this cage and then I can go away Waiting for a fate and suffering till I’ll exist no more Bone my heart, Steal my breath Swallow the broken glass Where's your god , When your eyes Are injected into blood?
Just another day here and I'll die For every missed whisper I hope you'll cry You put me in a private hell like an attraction for Another income - selling blood Another income - selling blood
Please, do not call him your father Please, do not call him your father Please, do not call him your father - Another income Please, do not call him your father - Selling blood Please, do not call him your father - Another income Please, do not call him your father - Selling bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
