One step lower and i'm not alive i can't resist the urge of going down my feet so cold they barely follow the ground (it's)another skinny, hot day in the City of Sands my open eyes (are) bleeding for the perfect form my body's no longer a pit for my soul and yet again i crawl in this uniform the lizard skin made of lizard flesh and bones
get away let mind creeping find a place and let thoughts grow in a different way let them spread breathe them in and surrender yourself 'cause there's not really that much to lose the artificial metal-plastic mechanisms of abuse the vicious eyes full of little lies about eternity the constant need that'll never be fulfilled
listen, it's the symphony of swarm 'cause we're born to our graves since the day we were born and all the voices inside our heads are just rhythms of the dead that lead you nowhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
