Eyes that dart then wander round their tomb Heart turned into a fist when the body can't move Wants out of its box then the yellow one Stuck between sleep and panic That paint is a brutal prison guard Waves an insulting gesture at me
Jumps out the chest and starts Running at the walls It's losing its shit and swears there's a room outside this one It's just a reflective vest that covers for bloated guts that exist to serve themselves And they stop functioning all at once At least let him look outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
