We have started wrong with all the false ideals We should try better
Wait for the cheater To deal your cards. I know him He fixes lives of those, to which tomorrow will not come Not mine. My turn. Today I won.
Wasted time is the time gained Better than my trust to myself In the distance without background Show me what you are and Look at us
Don't bother It isn't the end of the game Pathethic and laughable But all those glances will never stop It's constant illusion Tongue confussion So useless like managing the future
Old fairy tales undermine all new conclussions To modify is not enough, we need transfusion.
Desires so small When so high is the goal Tricks of marasm, tiny threats Exponentially growing The weight of uselessnessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
