This filthy grass under my feet Tells of passion and of tragedy Reminds me of what I should've been (But mainly of how I made you bleed)
You're burning my eyes, burning ember I must forget what I'd done The time before I had gone
Depravity in its mildest form Needles under my skin, a thorn I left and you were totally torn (But when was this ache born?)
(Made of idioglossia, these words forgotten Bleeding marks on this shell so molten)
You're burning my eyes, burning ember I forgot what I have done The time before I had goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
