Cancelling all priorities, I’m sinking down. Operating like magazines, I’m faking out and so I’m moving slow. They never cater to the king. That’s only happening in dreams when you are sleeping. You’re stuck with curiosity. Only thinking but never acting like a real man. Tempted to be a wreck, I separate my friends. Decisions will be the end, I separate my friends. Take off the bandages and leave it all behind. Take off the bandages and ugly scars will shine. So stand up and show them your character. Buried under all your crumbled goals. Hands have pulled you from the careless stones.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
