Treacle, treacle, little drug
Fake sensation of a hug
Heart so fragile, little bug
Lost between the graves you dug
Dripping, dripping, drops of blood
Solemn tombstones fixed on mud
For your errors I'm now banned
Of course I'm wrong, I understand
Step back, it's time for you to know
I'll scream and never let you go
All the moments that we had
Do you love me now I'm mad?
Strike me down with all your might
Don't you know I cannot fight?
You can tell day apart from night
Of course I'm wrong, which makes you right!
"I wish you weren't so violent
I wish you weren't so bad
I wish you weren't so twisted
I wish you weren't so sad
I wish you were less angry
I wish you were less stressed
I wish you had it in you
I wish you weren't possessed"
What's inside your head and why?
I know how to make you cry
I see you sneer I hear you laugh
I therefore choose to die
"This will hurt and so will I!
Tell the mirror of your lie
Cry and pray all night and day
You'll never make me go away..." |
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.