Silent with a mouth full of words Regrets don't exist when guilt consumes itself In the time it takes to shed a tear Another memory fades and another moment dies
Mark my words, don't cross my path Mark my words, don't cross my path Don't cross my path Mark my words, don't cross my path Mark my words
Hide behind the walls that these hands built Every stone was put there with shame And every stone was plastered in my guilt Dry your tears with bloody fists Cease your crying and show me your heart With the blood smeared on such a pretty face Such a pretty faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
