The gears inside me grind, To a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. I make myself beautiful with an absence of complexion. Cynical with hopes and dreams, My white flag is raised and in this scheme, I see the start to a new direction.
Though failure is fleeting, Now the atmosphere's retreating
Come on baby dive right in, Lets sin with a little skin on skin, Oh I've been knocking all night But you still won't let me in. Come on baby dive right in, Lets sin with a little skin on skin, Ill make you finish first And then I'll add your ego in.
They scarcely corrugate the surface With a wind of accidental burden, We all wear lips that are cold bruised Overused in tales of racy pasquinade
The wind might catch me, Capture and dispatch meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
