My god was formed in the south with a smile, And anger pent up till pearls brighten the sky, I need you, but when it's turned, I am sparse, Worthless, selfish and sick for a start.
I stole for my high and let the revulsion rot inside... Carving through my brain with an attentive pen, I stop myself from fixing things.
Will it be the cane that pushes you to your dreams? Or the cold clammy palms with their impatient feet, Will it be the cane that pushes you to your dreams? Or the regret you grasp when the raptures believed
And we are gonna explode... Blaze up into a crackling should-have, The sun has had its time, Our kind created nothing more than disease.
Greeting a challenge with ease, Go, and pay, the respects you owe To whoever saves you, I must scramble like the rodent I am.
Will it be the cane that pushes you to your dreams? Or the cold clammy palms with their impatient feet, Will it be the cane that pushes you to your dreams? Or the regret you grasp when the raptures believed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
