You will go to heaven if you feed the birds. Handful of good intentions, happy to recognize the self. Take what you need, golden children. By chance, a change of thought - pocket change, food for thought. Bore them to death. Hands pressed against themselves, the god you made yourself. Ruler of the day, mundane figure. Look how many gathered for the same long awaited embrace, that barely let's you breathe.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
