sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate
I must exterminate the lucky hunch and guilt I win my lottery
My fingers need a bath he moves around and licks she chokes her dying breath and does it in my face
her sticky druggy sticks to my more waiting flesh
it doesn't number mine
for my last kiss to taste for my last kiss to taste
that I know it is wrong but I'm waiting to see how very long I can keep up the paceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.