She is a husk to be blown away by the wind Has no hopes, no escape routes Mould her with her calloused hands and give her a magic seed Something to call her very own
Make her a conjurer Make her the god of someone's world
Her brain is a web of chains Put there to hold her down Each heartbeat spills the sticky shadows
A negative of every life That throws its light into her shape She's spinning it for daddyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
