I feel I've reached the end before I've reached death Pick up the pieces of me You can have what's left No matter how much you think you love him You'll still flinch when his blood pool touches you
‘Cause I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want
He draws his sample so fast it feels medical Chest compressions in the incident support vehicle And I know, it's Stockholm that you're stuck on How high's your pedestal? But maybe he'll be Jesus Maybe he'll be Jesus this time
Oh I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want
I recall staring at the sea for the first time My eyes wandered, took the sights from the both sides They longed to be free, but all I could see Was horizon That claustrophobic horizonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
