This might be the last time I bring my soul down Laying on the cold bed grasping for breath Uneven signals on the screen caused by a keen disease
Tripping, flapping, twitching in pain And the damage of body cannot be restrained, no! It's growing stronger My shiny machete can't wait much longer
My eyes see no ore than a fictional truth Impossible to escape when it's after you Trapped in agony until my final dawn My gran prey: to burn the shit, go away!
Tripping, flapping, twitching in pain And the damage of body cannot be restrained, no! It's growing stronger My shiny machete can't wait much longer
Feels like a sharp nail passing through my artery Nobody knows why Euthanasia, please help me die
Uneven signals on the screen caused by a keen disease Drugs peaking the signals, sickness dragging them down
Immobile limbs, that is my curse It's closing in, growing worse and worse I hope you're feeling pride See you on the other side I was... Tripping, flapping, twitching in pain And the damage of body couldn't be restrained, no! I was about to refuse My shiny machete was of no useTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
