Текст песни Various Artists - A Little Bitter
Various Artists - A Little Bitter слова песни
How the mind does shout for restWhen the bodies shaken, yeahOh the tightness in my chestStill your leaves I`m rakingLord is this a testWas it fun creating, yeah?My god`s a little sickAnd he wants me crazyWhoAre youWho can sayIt`s ok to live through me?Live to bePart of meYou`re a wrinkled magazineYeahWas it something that I said?Was it how they`re breaking, yeahI`m so selfish, paying your rentWhile your blood I`m takingYouSpend meLike a treeDirty dollar bills for leavesDark in a seaOf my seedsAnd the tears on which you feedYou feedThe body is a templeA dormant alterTo where infantile men lie aroundItching and nibblingFor a small piece of sanityOf which you can not giveShit!IndividualityBuying pennies with my soulAnd a little Heaven spentWhile the Hell I`m takingThievesParasitesHide from lifeYou know they`ll remember meThey are abhorredIn self-worthAll that matters much to me