I’m wounded by sylicon knives while watching egg-like eyes exploding in dirty white new eyes givin’ a burning dye I’m wounded by sylicon knives and tasting the biterness of shame Alone between those whispering walls I spread my icon everywhere
I let it unprotected exposed to the violence of the thousand shapes around They wound it with no sound
Discovering new ways of self-destruction totally unconsciously all my friends are dressed in white all my sons are sylicon knives
Breathing contraddiction lookin’ this moony day, this sunny night all those weeps, they’re all lies all their sons are sylicon knives ‘tween iron blocks, a piece of glass torn by life, without a past all my friends are shaped by shame all my friends are sylicon made
I feel so unprotected exposed to the intemperies of the weather all around i’m choking with no sound
Discovering new ways of self-destruction totally unconsciously all my friends are dressed in white all my sons are sylicon knives Discovering new ways of self-destruction totally unconsciously all my friends are dressed in white all my sons are sylicon knives
My shiny blood calls the wolves of sin… They are still hungry of me…
I am unprotected exposed to the violence of the thousand shapes around i’m bleeding with no soundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
