There is no sky here, The ground crawls over my feet. I cannot hear my voice. I shout until my lungs deflate. Walk until my sinews snap. I go nowhere. The cage is made of ribs. My body is consuming itself, I cannot die. What I breathe smells of sulfur, Of moldering flesh, and scorched hair. Strangled by my own skin, Lost in my cortex. This is all I'll ever know.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.