Are you sure you're really breathing? 'cause you're looking dead to me There's no blood and no heart-beating Just a robot paying a fee
You say the world has just one color That's the way you've always been You got nothing left to honor You're just a dot - longing to be seen
I will not go to the funeral of your soul I'll send some flowers and maybe a song I'll pretend not see you crawl But it'll be only to prove you wrong
You claim you saw a thousand things What about life? Could you even catch a climpse? You were too busy turning into a creep All that's left to do now is to bury your soul deepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
