Roguish sneer South of the dead cold starling eyes Awaits funeral piles But sweet little match-seller rides devil right now
Funny allegories The simple way to see for blind Let the devil rape an angel The words lie among lies
As the swarm of moths Let's fly drunk straight into the bulb At the final gate We will puke at the reaper's foot
We are born to waste We are born to waste Abandon all hope
We are born to waste We're born dead into this world We are born to waste your dreams Abandon all hope
A grim reverend beggars Let's play the curling with their heads Sport is a health We aren't born to wear the hamps
Rut you in the darkness Think there is the light elsewhere Produce crippled moronsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
