cracking under pressure violently chaos eats away the best of me a former shadow of myself porcelin doll just an empty shell bug in amber that can't be reached chocking on fear that stings like bleach
gimme the real thing gimme the life give me something deep something straight like a sharpened knife gimme the real thing gimme the life give me a fresh start like a newborn child gimme the real thing
have no friends i'm always by myself i can not pacify my shame and doubt drain them dry and damn them all to hell i have no controll or any will to stop everything perfect just melts away i've got the touch like evil prey talking pictures in black and white spitting their venom back at mine
everything old is new again my only crime burried under cold skin in the quiet of my tiger's eye cross my heart and hope to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
