Holes in the grim walls... Blood and cake! Wounds is empty... In flesh filled by stanching glue... Synthetic exile in this blinded eyes!
I like a fish - I can't breathe In the red room... They ripped their breasts... I soon became like them...
This wall is wormed And bleeding by dirt of woe...
Mourn them cry for them... Make art for them. They're need you In lust kill yourself for them They're will it!
You're just sick emotions Just insane piece of imaginations... Still uploading into the eyes of potential murder...
They its vulgar monsters Which born you and born from you They its cuts on your grazed body...
I like a fish - I can't breathe In the red room... They ripped their breasts... I soon became like them...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
