I've been so devout I've been drowning out the voices in my head I've been suffering for all the choices that I've made An ancient baby filled with dread
I know, I know. I want to let it go. I can't get it right I'm on to you. You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight
This is for cowards. This is for slack-jawed Settled in on the losing end. Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed We're tired of the race. We're sick of the smell A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sellsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
