False living, I'm scared that I'm just becoming neurotic. It's fucking over my life, fucking thoughts in my head as I'm pulling out the dull knife and stabbing spiders that crawl on my skin, drilling through me within. Withering this frail form that leaves me ruins of a forgotten past. A life that is gone. Just keep stabbing spiders, wounding on each sick whim.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
