Theo my son, this song will raise the dead, the spectacle. Oh my, how will you learn to love? It's not easy, no, without a struggling heart. I can only wish you the best of rests. When you finally wake, remember those we forget.
He who tempts the jaws — misguided, lost — quickly redeems the guilt of using those you love. Take it from me, you're not alone. Home is where you're happy.
The idols were never born. No, they never were born. They were made to control us. “Look up to me,” they say.
You don't need no reason not to believe. Aren't we great? Aren't they stupid? There's no shame pride can't wash.
Dried bloodstains mark our borders. Pray the rain won't whitewash the pain away.
Candy coated red. Dissolve with time. Theo, don't fear the thought of losing those you love. Fright will twist your bones, blinding at sight. All that there is left to do is remember.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
