Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction, or just streets with rusty signs, of something violent coming?
Oh, ah ah ah ah Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh
This will hurt you worse than me. I’m weak, 7 days i’m weak. Don’t run from me. I won’t bother counting 1, 2, 3…
I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection
I can show myself how to make a noose. A gun’s cliche, and a razor too. I’m not a deathshare vacation vacant station, made of scars and filled with my old wounds.
Oh, ah ah ah ah Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh
This will hurt you worse than me. I’m weak, 7 days i’m weak. Don’t run from me. I won’t bother counting 1, 2, 3…
I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection
You… you don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you you don’t even want to know what I’m gonna do to you
I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection I don’t know which me that I love I’ve got no reflection no reflection no reflection I’ve got no reflectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
