Текст песни Every Time I Die - Your Touch Versus Death
Every Time I Die - Your Touch Versus Death слова песни
eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood`s not mine you fucking whore you don`t deserve my Gods you`re a deified angel you leave me sickened in prayer it`s the residing disease in me that sheds it`s halos for whores it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues your eyes freeze my fire of innocence whores addictions souls salvation I said it I`m so tired so saddened I`m no coward please bury me they broke my wings in an attempt to divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds wide eyed I died