The distance in your eyes The emotional tragedy How is it possible to survive?
Razors, cheap whiskey and a bottle of red wine All tempting, like a shot of heroin for a junkie on the corner of the street
A sudden word made me think how much I want to kill you And maybe I should have gone all in, but high card ace is not enough in this game So I’m stuck in the bed for hours, staring at the wall Day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year
My precious… I will slit your throat So you won’t be able to swallow my cum! Let’s make a child instead (a freak of disease) I will fuck you even though you are dead! My precious…
The less that you know, the better The less that you think, the wiser The less that you see, the brighterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
