The nosebleed sun bled on me Shedding me but letting me through A common ground with a-nothing around Would help me forget what I knew
A belly of worms that lived in the sand Like cold shadows lived on the land A sign that life in all shapes and sizes Aren’t equal to that of a man
Death to my left And my ego far behind I cherish the gift That is life
As I search for A sign a gate or a word Something that’s different Than my made-up worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
