Voices from behind my eyes, a myriad swarming up and through my mind. Wash me clean. Soothe the swell. Drag the floor. Its quiet at the bottom of the river. Voices from behind my eyes, cascading, their ripping me apart. The gates give way, crash the banks, tearing through the plains. a leap away. The water seeps into your bones, the downfall is deafening. Its quiet, give me quiet, at the bottom of the river.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
