We wear. Wear the finest of silks. I was walking. Walking in milks. Welcome to my boucherie. Sweat in the abattoir. In here we are all free. Let your tears flow like a roar.
An eternal summer filth. The empire of desolance that I built. There is no more beauty at all. Walk into the city arbor. Cruelty is my civic duty. You will not be as a martyr.
I will be a true friend. Wrap your self in filth and nausea. I will walk you to the end. Desolation with insomnia Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |