Play nice and hide what festers deep inside Disguised in your sheath, lies the blood that stains your teeth In this hell that we live death is the blessing
Worrying is what we do when we're not sleeping When we're not dreaming, blankets cold and deceiving
Anxiety can kill, exhaustion unforgiving Bite that tongue of yours, it's only blood that you're spitting Isolation is the mattress, silence it's dressing
Worrying is what we do when we're not sleeping When we're not dreaming, blankets cold and deceiving
This knotted neck represents this shadowed trek Tremors and the coldest sweats Insomnia pays our hardest debts
Fear is the weapon, and we are the killers The sheep are all dead The sheep are all deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
