shhhhhh. it's okay, it's okay. this is our, dirty, little, secret.
WE'RE ALL ALONE IN THE CITY MY HANDS ARE STONED WITH PITY I COULD GET BY OR GET HIGH WITH FIFTY [yeah] AND I DON'T FEEL PRETTY ... TODAY.
AND THERE'S A LADY IN A STABLE HER DADDY READS HER FABLES ABOUT THE MOON & HIS BRIDE HE'S IN HER ROOM EVERY NIGHT & FEEDS UPON A TABLE
OF SILKEN ROBES AN ALTAR OF STONE BUT THE CHILD IS UNABLE TO RUN, RUN, RUN & FLEE HIS TOWER OF BABEL
SO BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD SLITHERS DOWN HER ANKLES ...
WE'RE ALL ALONE IN THE CITY MY HANDS ARE STONED WITH PITY I COULD GET BY OR GET HIGH WITH FIFTY [yeah] AND I DON'T FEEL PRETTY ... TODAY.
come one come all witness THE FALL!
CRY TO THE SKY! TODAY WE BREAK AWAY!
UPRISING! UPRISING!
UPRISING! IN THE HOUSE OF SECRETS!
WHAT HAPPENS HERE, STAYS HERE SAY NOTHING, DISAPPEAR!
UPRISING! UPRISING!
locked away in the chamber of the hysterics here, in the house ... of secrets.
we're all alone & i will tell you of loneliness. [shhhh.] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
