No Cold Steele, no course fibers No Intoxicating liquids will heal me Here I stand beneath cloud covered skies Lamenting all that is. Though I long to drink my last drop, Though I welcome my end I remain upon this wretched world Until this existence destroys me. All that I am, All that I've had Is tainted and robbed of its essence All that remains is my persistence to be The architect of my own demise.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
