I got under the grip between the modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail and it was already ripped to shreds. Seasons in a ruin and This bitter pill is chased with blood. There's fire in my vein And it's not pouring out like a flood
This diabolic state is gracing my existence Like a catasrophic baby Maybe Maybe you're the chemical reaction I am the atom bomb I am the chosen one Toxin your reservoir And then return man to ape
Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's inferno Whoa, Christian's infernoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
