Wasted so much time for search Now that i`ve found you I`m so dissapointed You`re nothing i imagined you to be Nothing i wanted you to be My cold calculation Has been wrong all along
That strange condition Itch in the back of the head Abnormal contradiction Like finding unquestionable joy In everyday, regular anger Like living while being So dead inside Divine malediction
Condemned to live Given illusion of choice Grown not born For demons to feed Grown not born For demons to feed
Not just a myth A feeling so real So unknown Yet so very material I wanted you I needed you I searched for you Now i despise youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
