Из альбома: Wolfbiker
Serrated words can cut so deep
They slash across my chest
And now they pour into my lungs
They will never be the same
Have you enjoyed your selfish games?
What doesn't kill me, makes me num
Please don't forgive me
I'm never waking up
This won't mean anything to you
No use resisting
You'll never get enough
This won't mean anything to you
Anything to you
The hole you left
I filled with the stones
You threw and now it's time to sink
Rats will eat, eat all my flesh
And lick my bones clean
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