God's truth doesn't leave me dry I put it right in your face You push it away for concept Then gather what remains If I told you it was the end of the world Would you change your ways? When the sun is gone day is done You're pasted in a book of despondency Hopelessness will digest your will to live Within your mind of despair. Where do you think you're going? Spinning on this little ball If this footstool is your heaven Better hope this rock don't fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
