the asphalt is leaning on me just like a mountain. the pressure is building and i’m... well i'm exhausted. i know... that no one is trying. well it's not a secret. i know you know there is nowhere to go. i’m sleeping in a basement; it’s cold and... well it's undusted. the pictures are hanging; they're on my walls just like a guillotine. i know... laying down here trying to think of nothing, i know you know there is nowhere to go.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
