Excuse me, mister, did I pull your diamond skin
I can't resest the glow of the dreams you live in
The gold is cheap, the life is miserable, an ant
You see me small and perfect for your collection
Well, you should know that I can use my weapons
The nature knows its ways
And I will make you bleed just like you try to make me
Prisoner of your sick dreams
Коментари
Публикуване на коментар