She has that scent of wild animal She rips her heart out to eat it raw And don't search for any kind of mercy in her eyes Cos all that she knows is sour taste of fading life
She is a dying limb of tree She feels the pain of every leaf She wants only night sky as a form of her disguise She doesn't know as simple things as tears or smiles
She has a pack of wild wolves inside her Ready to kill each one of you Eager to [?] her only brother She's not afraid to make her move Move Her move MoveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
