Synapses firing blanks on black plastic sheets 70% solution and feeding once a week Had the chance of thousands but didn't have the fucking guts Heroines and heroin, stab her in the eyes I've seen enough
Smoke drown in brown with her, I'll see her again soon Spewing powder, knees wasted, bone grinding on bone Fully conscious irritant, there's skulls in the mud What price is freedom when sickness is all we want?
Unavoidable Trenchant Valetudinaire Trepan
Funeral for Mr. Gone Sucking grey at his wake I've heard that thousands could die And she's not slowing down
Fucking obsessed Meaningless Days out of sequence Bad health
Paid in failure Daggers and honey Blistering the eyes Picking at the scabs
Funeral for Mr. Gone Just blood and matted hair I've heard that thousands could die But then, there never was a pointTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
