Dead lungs command it You pour your life down the rifle's spiral And show us you've earned it Clerics fog will recede right before your eyes
So long to this wretched form Them gray eyes on the subway Long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart
Listen, now, we won't tell anyone But you're gonna tell the world This whole life ain't been any fun Now your viscera unfurls
As you rise, rise from your burning fiat Go, go get my suitcase, would you? You've thoroughly blown their mind And now I must have passage home your life's Two veins from your heart
You're not invisible, now You just don't exist Your mother must be so proud You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish Primitive mural on the wall To fortify your grim resolve Amid the glitz of a shopping mall Another grain of indigent salt for the sea
Goodbye to this wretched form Oh, them gray eyes on the subway So long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
