Rip the skin from a chamaleon and torment strongly the airiness on the roads. Be anyone, be any hand to spank the dreams and be the nightmare instead and be the ghost and be its neverending screams. I can't stop my whirling and beautiful mind Stay on the chair! Shut your eyes, don't sleep, don't give away the strenght. “This is my story, of my frolic... is the end!” Stay on the chair! Shut your mouth, don’t lose sight of the goal, your medicine is out there. This is my story, is my frolic.
To be anyone, to be any hand to tighten the noose around the neck of the weak and to be the Clown who better kills its core deep inside I can't stop my stubbornness!
I'll make you understand your blind eyes, while every certainty writhes through my words. When my strong hands will interweave your tongues be sure to run, I'm a kid with some pins... looking for moths.
This is my fateful worn out act: you fall and my steps sound strong, I fall and you laugh at me. It smells like Hell, the way you're pointing at, but I leave, to die. Stay on the chair! Shut your eyes, don't sleep, don't give away the strenght. “This is my story, of my frolic... is the end!” Stay on the chair! Shut your mouth, don’t lose sight of the goal, rest finally and be the scapegot.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
