At night comes howling to take all strolling thoughts, to dream, to live in a realm that is fixed, bordered by heartless heart
wind is blowing
to hear the boldest statement and see it turn completely untrue
rotten to the marrow given hope - hollow
her lips were wet with venomous poison able to open the gates of lust and hatred aimed at you Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |