If pain was a spark You'ld sworn your flesh to the dark
Between your claws the sand will flow No way for him to stay like years ago
Only your hand could grab the wind That dead instant: the future unseen
Picture the plan to yourself Summon remains of your being Right angle explodes the shell In a pinball energy At random overcome
When you felt your feet have disappeared Only your hand could grab the wind Speak to me now - Batten yourself downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.