Staring through the windows Raining. Freezing Shades of grey rainbow Floating. Lying Oh, I just wish it was all over But today I have a date with her
In a place. Or nowhere. Or here. Somewhere
My guts are hurting me Something is wrong. Going wrong I wished it was just shyness But it's something far, far, far deeper
I feel like puking. Strangling. Laughing. Crying. Cutting. Burning
If only she had been a Saint I never saw the light of a Saint But she was just a whore Again
She said she didn't like to swallow But she has now pure life on her tongue
If only it was blood!
Waking up, tired and already exhausted Bored or depressed. Ah fuck it! I knew something was wrong
Staring at her, lying on the ground Shaking. Sweating Nothing pure in this life to be found Even in its liquor How weird the fluids of life are so disgusting Living. Ad Nauseam.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
