Hello it's eight in the morning I wonder what's left for today This weight is killing me Where is the end? It's present on my shoulders I feel I'm getting older I offer you my time
No one knows what does it means It means only sacrifice... I'm so tired
I hear some voices from everywhere They're rounding here Talks without sense full of nothing, a shame
I play god for you sinner The victim for your crime The drug to make you feel good The own pain being pleasure
This weight is killing me, what's left to me Take my wrong words Be the half that I'm looking for
I play god for you sinner The victim for your crime The drug to make you feel good The own pain, my own painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
