Yeaa dark tidings upon the lost Paranoia's become our trust Nothing can pay for the change Everyone fears, none arranges
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand! Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead
Why must our children die? If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
In all of my life, we've walked towards black While rich men talk, no one goes back Keep the pretender and play out the game I invented this cure, so put on my name
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand! Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
Why must our children die? If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
You want to die? Just take this pill. While misanthropy grows, the medias will
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand! Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
Why must our children die? If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
