no one ever used to care about pockets lined with copper no one used to care about people running around going nowhere let's talk about the violence let's talk about denial let's talk about the hatred let's talk about denial somewhere dreams turn to nightmares somewhere they live by treason somewhere trust turns to blackmail somewhere without a reason no one ever used to care about pockets lined with copper but now thoughts turn to gold and now they're lining up with hopes to rape anotherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
