Our blood begins to boil You're measured down to low Now ask yourself - what is worst?
Hated. Spit on... Measured down to low is what you are We bring it to a new state
We are who we are No need to bring this on Oh, lowest of the low You've stained me far too long
You think we've gone too far? Then ask yourself what is worst
What you don't understand... What you don't understand is this
It all keeps fading away But as soon as it's gone, it comes back Our blood begins to boil But our eyes. They are still cold
You thought we'd gone too far What you don't understand - What you don't understand is this.. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
