Why won't you tell me why you never bleed? Even when the cut is the deepest (the deadly one) So deep that can scratch your soul Why can't I see your fucking blood over me?
Porcelain doll with sewed mouth Dancing between the razors of reason In a maze of black walls and a starless sky Drooling despair through that hole in your chest
Why won't you tell me why you never dream? Even when your strings are severed (narcolepsy) A so lethal fall of ruin and misery Why can't I paint your dreams in black and white?
So deep that can scratch your soul Why can't I see your fucking blood over me?
Reality suspends your present life Blurred thoughts confronts your mortality Just bow down to the laws of string master Face the trials of the mind by the hands of the creator
Why won't you tell me why you never die? Even when your loss is the most painful (The sorrowful one) So dark that can blur the fires of hell Why can't lick your tears from your marble face?
Pointless existence kept to feed a major threat Vanishing into the unseen origins of infinity Resistance falling short, ties of blood around your neck Seas of dormant ecstasy reflected through your irisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
