Seemingly silent and still, nightfall tightens the tourniquet of concern even further. Squeezing thoughts into choices measured on my three-fingered hand. My heart doesn't beat like before, crooked and cuffed to the floor. Forget everything and remember: As another passing phase on the way to the grave visions start to skew and life will always provide one last chance to get it all wrong.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.