You are a sickly child Without the strength To meet the weight of this world Where did we go wrong? how did we go wrong? What shall the solution be?it is not for me to say how the sick shall meet their end yet they shalland they shall...and they shall let me take the air from your lungs that vapid poisonlet me be the finger on the trigger sick, sick childwhose ills no mothers love could ease let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge, look into my eyes,my child and realise you are looking dowm the barrel of a gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
