Taste of iron fills my mouth Forces me to take part in creating something I despise Creating something I despise
Is rage always creative Or just the way I spill my guts Is this suffering building more lifes And controlling our views Towards the wall itself
Social unconformity Rage against the world itself No matter how hard we try No matter how hard we hate…
Always vulnerable towards something they feast upon Insecure afraid to raise opinion
Nerves turns to a wreck Stalking the core that already bleeds Despise your solutions A childish mind with the strength of a whoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
