I'm sobering up in cupid's ward tonight. Vacuum's bliss. Oscilloscope's cheeps. Oxygen's masks. Back home: I'm writing this letter with broken arms. I'm running these miles to come up with your look, I'm addicted to alcohol to push my ego. Am I completely mental? Speaking is such a damn habit that I almost forgot. In denying my appearance I'll meet you in the next booze. Straight towards the abyss. Did you know that you are so beautiful? I'm fighting for things I can't reach. Are you worth it to kill my dreams? Is this world going crazy or am I?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
