You've reached your destination and the witching hour's near You've reached the realization that you have no business being here Await the arrival When reality came and went it left behind residuals When reality came and went it took with it an excess of death I heard the laughter of cold blooded bastards Wiped away the filth from digging my own grave I watched them slither and uncoil like a snake As I wipe away the filth from digging my own grave There is no hope without despair No space for emptiness you can't be hollow more than this There is no hope we can repair It's irreversible but still we bother to exist Await the arrival When reality came and went it left behind residuals When reality came and went it took with it all of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
