Lizard hear the sound Of a song that kicks As it shivers in death Tortured by a sense of humour That razors up to slit your face Lizards in the icicle shed Skin of prophets falling down Melted venom liquid notes And honeyed poison on the ground It was it was
They fall off the floor And stick to the walls
Shhhhh...
Through walls of jet With a spider-like step And honeyed words That glow in the dark Lizard eyes tell of the past Reflect upon the shattered glass Frozen in the painful sound Of burning words On judgement day Something brittle in the voice Grew some wings and flew away It was it was
They fall off the floor And stick to the walls
Lizard Lizard Lizard Slow drip lizard Lizard Lizard Lizard Slow drip lizard Lizard Lizard Lizard Slow drip lizard Lizard Lizard Lizard Slow drip lizardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
