Pointing downwards towards the stars With a rythm unnatural A union lost to the gun The three in me, the two in you
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so...
Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain
Vulnerable when in reverse The leather apron ripped to shreds
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radical, so...
Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular
Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted Pain should not, should not be wasted
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair May the gentle work to the second rule On a perfect scale change is radicalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
