I'll never get out the stench, lose the feathers They cling and frey, attack the black on my skirt I'll never know I'm alone when I'm sleeping You come and go like the ghost of filth and dirt
Now I'm alone Now I am wondering Is this the way it's done here Are you ever gonna stop doing me
The 12th of May, a day of rain, he didn't come home My husband dead without a service, without grace Said the machine went down so hard, he didn't feel a thing What were those knife wounds, what were those bruises on his face
Invisible guilt Invisible shack back in the trees If they ever even find me I haven't had a name since I came
My stomach swells The putrid smells even worse the past few days My soul is leaving me My heart is hiding in his grave
My fear is turned to something worse Jam the hole with your jagged key Would you please push me down Or would you spare the boy in me
Could I have found my way out Could my two girls grow up to be free If you ever touch a hair on their heads If you ever look at them the way you do me I'll wash away my faith and stayed in redTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
