Falling star dew drops on the rearview mirror Disconnect from the self Suffocating slowly in subconscious dilation Peeling scabs with my teeth I read the verdict in my palms Certain futures lost in present tense Another lump in my throat Another fortune lost to wishing wells My heart is a desolate peak Life is a lonely disease Embedding splinters in me Life is a lonely disease Wound tight like tourniquets Splinters embedded in consciousness Spiders shedding webs from their spinnerets Sinking their fangs, this brittle husk just isn't permanentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
