An old friend Passed me by the other day He seemed not to remember me Just last year we first met late at night And I stabbed my knife in his heart
I see the faces of those who passed on Brought by my hands to a better place I see them everyday They ride the bodies of random strangers And I know they are happy now
I can see my old friends Walking dogs, holding hands They may smile all just walk on by They're with me every step They won't let me forget what I've done How grateful they are
I see the faces of those who passed on Brought by my hands to a better place I see them everyday They ride the bodies of random strangers And I know they are happy now
They stare at me From my mirror And they call my name
And the face with my hands Holds a knife to his throat I can feel the cold steel of my skin
And the faces of those who passed Bring me to a better place Bring me straight to hell I am ready now to join my old friends And maybe you will see me too...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
