Left with a threat the looms overhead Alternatives to an early death Make a choice on your own behalf To rely on a blessing is so fucking sad I ask for no blessing the thought makes me sick I’ll take it all on. I’ll dig my own pit
Every blessing’s a curse The one from you was the worst Everything from your mouth Start’s in hell and heads south
Every blessing’s a curse Every blessing’s a curse So I’ll make my way first Every cure has a cost If you survive from the loss
Don’t fear what’s above And the fantasy they speak of Don’t fear what’s above And the fantasy the dream ofTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
