Take me for granted, I hate how I'm planted Were you born for drinking blood Tell me you need it, help me create it How does it feel to be reborn
I believed for so long, that everything went wrong it all went wrong because of you I created the demons without any reasons I guess that's what sick people do
I can hear them in my head They won't stop until I'm dead
They call me a terror, the evil ring bearer They'll tell you that I've lost my mind An empty shell now filled with hell You'd better run and hideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
