How unpleasant one must be to have these thorns growing from the skin Imagine two individuals with this hideous affliction, though spry with life A single cohesive thought cannot be retained Nor can either grasp the curse of their disease Twin sets of amber hair skirt the neck while my knees are taxed Eight minutes pass until I'm shirtless, bound by wire, and at mercy of the rats We are alive, we are alive, we are alive! Before I could even see their eyes turn red I caught myself thinking "this could be worth it, it might be fun."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
