Pushing fourth I emerge, To hang from a thread in the sky Not seeing, not being, I feel, Nothing The fortunate feast on my flesh Motionless struggle till’ death Growing unwillingly to support the cycle My energy supports existence. Then the wheel is turned, to release me into the nothing Unable to control myself, or to stop my controller Drifting towards the end of my time My grave is just below Anticipating to crumble into the cycle Hoping to receive a higher task Fuck you, what makes you control my life? What if you had to be a Maple.... Leaf I am sick of you, you fucking tree I’ll chop you down, in my next lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
