This is the softest of all whispers This is the deepest of all tombs This is the deepest of all wounds This is the dirtiest of all truths This is the false comfort in truce It must hurt your ears to hear my Screaming voice again It must choke your lungs just to see My ugly face Just so you could Sleep at night Stitch your eyes shut Very tight Drowning into wishing wells
The patient, the bleeder We are The patient, the bleederTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
