Fight your way through the crowd and devour the head of the fortunate one screaming lets gag him until we can get away covering up the tracks marks from my past sober broken down body must not be found on your knees, problems getting what I need, minutes turn into hours we must make him talk make him talk or leave him for dead no stop you can’t keep running away others will be hunting you down now tortured he has spoken against the wills and wishes in demand breaking down the difficult ridding the soul of an empty man the sad story is over genius reduced to retard your kids would be proud the sad story is over genius reduced to retardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
