Ugly, empty, cold and bleak lies the room around my weak body shaking. What is wrong? I hang from ceiling down headlong.
It all seems to have purpose. Metallic noise is coming close. The door unlocks and I can't stem the giant scorpion.
The spike it rams down my throat. Am I about to explode? It's so deep and it's so cruel, I can't scream and I can't puke.
It is pumping something strange in my body to arrange me as a surrogate, as a womb here in my tomb.
Reckoning they create. Reckoning is our fate. Checkmate!
I feel it growing and it hurts. The little scorpion soon alerts. It chops its way to freedom now. My skin is bursting, I live somehow.
I was used, but now it's done. The scorpion heads to the unknown sun. Strings are ripping, I fall down, and smash on the ground.
Reckoning they create. Reckoning is our fate. Checkmate!
Ugly, empty, cold and bleak lies the room around my weak body shaking. What is wrong? With broken bones I lay along.
Piles of teeth and piles of skin, piles of eyeballs and I'm within. They don't care to kill at least, they are a mirror of the beast.
Checkmate! I'm of avail now. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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