The time is coming…you can taste it. Vibrant faces have been replaced with pallid, shapeless, warped and weightless organ cases. You can taste it. Run and lock your doors up tight and bar the basement windows. Block the sunlights awful rays from penetrating any inch of this most sacred, hallowed ground. With lungs screaming for mercy, yell hopelessly. Your personal possessions hold no worth as your body reverts to earth. Oh, that vain and vanished beauty which once defined your youth means fuck all. Each second, so self-centred, shall ever be remembered by the brave and cherished few who tried to find the best in you through every awful, noxious truth. Do unto others that which benefits you. Don’t die.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
