Out of my minds, just off the top of my brain To the tip of my tongue Syllables numbers and notes
Kill through creation, misinterpret it withers and dies When spawned, purpose is lost
Misinterpreted by you how read By you how listen It is turning into black marks on a white sheet of paper
Kill through creation, misinterpret it withers and dies When spawned, purpose is lost
The type bar scares the paper with wounds black Inflicted to bloodlet my mind and present it's thoughts to you
Kill through creation, misinterpret it withers and dies When spawned, purpose is lost
Resounding, decaying in your ears Sounds agonize As it looses meaning and life
Kill through creation, misinterpret it withers and dies When spawned, purpose is lost
Resounding, decaying in your ears Sounds agonize As it looses meaning and lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
