This process reeks of shit This handshake smells of vomit This kiss burns the lips I love you all, and I'm ashamed of it
What's the point if no-one's watching Now sweating and hateful and frightful and hopeful I'm riding the train and thinking about death - it's fairly pathetic I'm embarrassed about it, but I'll get there with or without your help
Brave horizons? What horizons? Why do you still keep your hands in the air?
I would love to tell you everything I would tell you everything If it wasn't the same old fucking story I'm sorry
Our hands are clean Perhaps not mine A tomb to share And don't claw out
What the fuck did we do to deserve this? This isn't a gift, it's a burden This isn't for friends, it's for hermits This isn't the end it's our birthday
What the fuck did we do to deserve this? This isn't a joy, it's a fucking car crash It's painful enough without the tinnitus This isn't the end, this isn't the end
I'm ashamed of it This isn't the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
