When each waking moment Begins to feel as though it has already been An emotionless repeat Of a failure endured When icicles spread throughout And skin begins to mark The illusion of buoyancy shatters Nothing is perfect, beauty a myth Driven like nails through bone A fantasy to veil the truths of this world Truths which reek of piss and shit And the broken bodies of men The smell is fucking unbearable Cold is the blood which flows from me As cold as the razor I bear Give me the strength to leave I don't want to live anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
