Words like adders, yet it broke our hearts You saw angels, we heard them lie And dream of your fiendish game in its purest form Their silence as you wilt, our blindness as they thrive
Young and infinite in violent skies…
The moment you went deaf you heard me growl At all the crap behind your eyes But you grew wings and ate your heart Young and infinite in violent skies
Young and infinite in violent skies…
And like the black smoke out of your mouth Flew off to fight them over the ground
One frantic statement to take them to the edge Eight filthy hands to lift you over their heads One thousand words in a woman’s cry They weren’t your mother’s and none was your name
Young and infinite in violent skies…
Young in violent skies Hunt them down haunt their mindsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
