You woke up everyday With salt between your ribs Mixed with your ancient wounds and consumed flesh I woke up every night With burden inside my chest Hoping to abort whats left of you And spit you to the ground
Miscarried nightmares of headless corpses Making out on black shores Miscarried nightmares of limbless brides Embracing their way to serenity
The amount of grief and anger Is growing like a plague The amount of grief and anger Is spreading like a cancerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
