crack-brained you devote a view you combine what happened to you your sight to decide what's for you the right and nothing matters handle your life with a kind of illusions hope and fear becomes a fusion there is no jailer is there a prison relate a poem for the scene to get into a presence a bulwark of human decisions to push you aside there is no hand so try a way you are alone that's the difference keep in contact with ideas keep in contact with your eyes you know they put you off so take a chair take a desk what's the report desolation will force you leave your hiding place and I keep your arms around a salvation of trust and desolation is your lossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
