Look into your own eyes the rising tide of your grossness has burst in her insides the fingers point at you guilt will tear you down and everything will stay the same Thus you will pay for what you've done
She wakes up every morning from the same nightmare the nightmare you created that night when you fell to the misery of a beast
You spread blood across her thighs Broke dreams above her mind you drank pleasure out of her screams calling for help just built up your heat
How could you not stop How could you even be
she rips the canvas off the walls she wants to forget she wants a way out! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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