Sitting on the edge of mother's bed I realize damn she's dying Sometimes I wish that she was dead I'm sick of mother crying
When they take her away will I still feel the same There's a feeling of doubt inside me Will confusion remain will I suffer the pain Will I run through the light that blinds me
Why me conceived by thee Kill procedure
I lie awake at night the enemy I feel inside me Rotting beast destroying me I think it's time for dying
When they take me away will you still feel the same There's a feeling of doubt inside you Will confusion remain will you suffer the pain Will you run through the light that blinds you
Why me conceived by thee Kill procedure
Like worn leather a tired old man Contemplates what's at hand Like his friends before him then his wife He's sick of living a lonely lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
