So this is it, this is the edge of the cliff Black is the cloud, never leaving Brightest of the stars never looked so filthy Oh sweet life please come find me There is no doubt, becoming violently ill Wrapped in the shroud, sick and creeping Prized works of art never looked so ugly Oh sweet death, please come take me Stuck is the rat that swallowed the bait Digested now, vomits too late, always too late Fell from the vine, hard ground beneath Became the wine they won't dare drink Every little glimpse of hope once known Is now the giant shit heap we call home And every little step ahead that's made Dissect to find the truth behind, the truth is greyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
