Ive walked to the ends of the earth, And glanced into the eyes of those Who were going the opposite way. They failed to bridge the gap, First contact was a threat And you could taste the surging unrest. Who wrote the law that opposites attract? Who could be so naive? Everyone trusts no-one. Looking out for number one. Ours is a primed time. The finite thrill of the loathing - A streak in our life bearing dreams. The connecting virus drives a volatile wedge. It strengthens to soothe the open wound, But ours is a primed time. Although Im not exempt of blame, It strengthens to soothe the open wound, But ours is a primed time. Bonding? - do you think I want the upper hand? Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds And reparation pales.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
