He's won a conviction that he'll desrtoy the pathological Drinking pattern Strictly to the scheme We wrests addictions from the body ... I have to... Convinced about the power of the cure That waited ...I have to..
They believed it would go right Until they saw the broken throat and Last convulsive quivers
Killed - because of longing Ruined - through he knew the power of the cure
The last breath sent to the deaf world A hand raised I...I...wanted...wanted to...
He left them with fear They want to kill and forget Strictly to the scheme from the body They wrest moments of fear and Longing for normality
Convicted about the power of love Destroyed by hatred They believed it would go right Until they saw That there's a blockade in the heart And thoughts still say about the past Wiped out - by memory Injured - though they tried to hide the father's name
And moments when he raised his hand In the last breath I...I...wanted...wanted to... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
