They were strong when we were weak and that was all it took for them to shatter the obsidian we held some kind of home inside Complete, absolute, a display so pathetic; when we hit our knees and begged our lives, they simply slit our throats The truth was that your dirty pies were set in stone so long ago, And if I trace these crooked steps I'll find an even bigger mess that You. Won't. Pick. Up And I can recall: Caving in And breaking down And giving up And giving them What they wanted, but as soon as I started getting used to the pain... The science of the solitude is of utmost importance Living for your own is as selfless as can be Living that disfiguration again, and again, and again, and again They can do without that Cradled by unyielding arms Opened with untainted hands All enticed by the embracing tides All these fault linesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
