I have witness my hearts addiction Given gun to bear on child And my Jesus calls for reparation I have lived that firstborn failed When the kiss tastes less than it is Where once the heartfelt becomes: "Why this burden?, why this trial?" Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy I have tasted that wretched end to gifts At once so sweet and innocent They grow to a ripe age for bloody, tragic sacrifice They grow to an age where the lover forgets delights Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy I have failed in a fullest measure Followed that myself of souls Followed to the bitter end, through veils and untruths And over you roughshod Over you, roughshod I have witnessed my hearts addiction Given gun to bear on child And my Jesus calls for reparation I have lived that firstborn failed When the kiss tastes less than it is Where once the heartfelt becomes: "Why this burden?, why this trial?" Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy Now she is, allegedly, a dance floor tragedy For you and me... Some kind of tragedy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
