What I recall Remembered past is insanity And the clatter
Misapprehensions of Killing you but not Fast enough to really matter
The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and Poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spirit
Of your addictions and shiftingness Inherited from your father I know you struggle to keep them in check But at this point why even bother
The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spirit
Well, friendships you have left Do not derive from love They're just a work form of charity I've wounded you and you've wounded you too At least we can feel good about the parities
The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spiritTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
