Growing colder just slackness by my side Years go by and life has no sense The light at the end of the tunnel is getting weak as my soul The creek of my youth is frozen on these days
Weird and twisted thoughts are crossing through my mind plaguing my own, erasing my being
I can feel the frozen soil burning under my feet
My chest, a nest of anguish Oblivion, it's mercy for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
