Where are you going with your greed? Sharpened razor’s edge Burst at the seems Fit to be tied tried and defied There’s no better time to die
Where are you going with your pride? Face made of iron Heart locked inside Take for granted where you were born For the air you breathe As if it was yours
Quiet desperation makes you want to scream With eyes like magnets Ambition like cancer Stomach like a drain Never content You can take enough to kill the pain
Imploded narcissus Creating the false prophets Grind teeth Shallow breath Strangled from the inside Man becomes the ghost of his own creations Until he learns to swallow This molten world of painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
