nah the blood runs out mark red lines across the pavement whilst the snow falls down stained crimson on the ground
don't call the police Iim begging you please because ya know it's dark in this cave the spotlight can't find the stage it's dark in this cave but it feels like home so i think i'm gonna stay
here where the looks fall cold you know this knife shines bold and then I'm running I wish I could just fall off but now it's getting kinda hard I think I'll be leaving in a funeral cart
don't call the police I'm begging ya please!
who'd of thought the lies they told you would awake my restless brother who'd of thought the lies they told you would awake my sisters lover
don't call the police i'm begging ya please!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
