Nature red in tooth and claw I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love with the handle of your revolver I always seem to hear it in your laughter
I begged to you a second chance with dried white roads to Bethlehem I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexicon
When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare I always seem to hear it in your laughter
A braided strand of children's manes acquired with impunity I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The things you say to me are deaf in tongue I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexicon
You've never tasted heaven stood the mother filled with grief in the wake of Monday morning finds the seventh day
If fate is your endearment through pistil and through stem in the wake of Monday morning finds the seventh day
And on the seventh day you will come to find my prism is not colorblind in death's mosaic spirit finds the seventh day
That's why I repent that's why I go under that's why I repent for the night
In the time of the sixth sun we are cattle to the prod and I burn this dictionary because its my dyslexiconTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
