אדם פרידמן / Visage |
I am just a ghost that has fallen on your lips and the walls of my lungs enclose and no one know's i exist. the scourge that's plagued us all has killed millions oh, so quick the sound of ignorance blinds the proud and it makes the healthy sick i scream into their ears and my silent cries, unheard. i tap into their fears and their flaws are all observed i stab my tongue into their hearts and whisper petty deathwishes I smile as they fall apart, and as they fall in my army, they enlist the scourge writhes through my veins my heart blacker than ash and my saliva strides like venom far worse than an asp the sirum that i'm imbued with will cripple your every joint. it will leave you in a hollow cist and your tombstone crumbles at it's strongest point. My voice has killed many, my tears have saved all and my pale hands hold your heart and my fist will make it fall. I will destroy your being and i will leave no trace because i am what you're seeking and you know that death, has a face |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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