Inside lives an animal diseased with hate. My fingers turn discolored, Then the rotting aroma comes out of my mouth. Blinded by palms that whisper "Guess who it is..." An inchworm; a collision, I send an image: A human dies and I don't see it. I eat more food with maggots squirming in it. Evacuation. We cross the bridge. Which one of us will be first? Tell me, who's gonna win? I throw up once it hits my stomach.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
