The sun was shining in the bitter cold of the second month White petals falling to the bedrock of the atrium For a fever dream, there's a balm inside of a paper cup It's written down, but first you gotta stop and pick it up
The walls were closing in the night And it's a long darkness When fear snuffs out the only light
It seems so strange The blind constrictions and nascent pain The contradiction from where we came When blue eyes can't see the whole
Say goodbye to Sophie Scholl Don't forget your White Rose
Memory is scarred like a burning brand put to livestock And in the thoughts we share, there's a monument to the landmark There's a psychic gash, there's a chasm that serves to set apart But the pain is real and it's thrust like a dagger through the heart
What does it mean? Another head for the guillotine Death delivered by death machine The blade must have been coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
