Play hard, your routine's done It's just the same 8 AM, alcoholic's store Your life melts like an ice in the glass And you know, a real player never ever says "pass" Play hard, your routine's done It's just the same 8 AM, alcoholic's store Your life melts like an ice in the glass And you know, a real player never ever says "pass"
The decision is made I'm going through reinless seas to an unholy crusade In the name of my God, I fight For purposes of importance greater than The truth, the death and the wholeness of my particular plan It'll be realised regardless of the sacrifices I'm leaving there I'm leaving there I'm leaving there With no point of connection with 'em
Graveyard, your time is done Like an old, lame mongrel, like the cheapest whore Your life broke into pieces of glass But you already know how to heal it up Graveyard, your time is done Like an old, lame mongrel, like the cheapest whore Your life broke into pieces of glass But you already know how to heal it up
Your hands shake against opportunity to take You're awake and it's worse than a thousand ants walk on your skin in your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams In your dreams, there's a special place for remorse of the worst of the faces you pretend To be known as the so very pure and ain't tainted with the blame of desire Of desire Of desire you'll be confessed For your sins you've died neverthelessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
