The future hates cast asleep but the film remains This aftertaste, all I wanted is that which I gave Master slave, I burn fast on sinking ships And I can talk, I place pride on tick and tock And its lonely silent until dawn, rites of passage open doors But I’m not frightened Master slave, line and sinker take the bait
Where others float, you and I crash land Where others float, you and I crash land
Where I see us in far away skies, I could not say Where I am lost, the darkness falls upon the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
