It comes in without pain
Dissolves everything inside
It shrinks and tightens my brain
Throws my consciousness aside
It reproduces like rats
Tastes like candy, burns like the sun
A spider builds it’s sticky nets
Gets a hold on everyone
Burns red!
Makes me a liar!
Devours me... desire!
Gonna grasp the nettle
Gonna puke and clean the sly’s den
I will proof my mettle
I will have it finished to the end
Half a man, half a moon
At the end of the hall
Licking all my wounds
Happy cuz I’ve done it all...[1]
Bibliografia
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http://acid-drinkers.com/index.php/nowosci/item/59-broken-head-teksty |
