Dodano: 18 WRZEŚNIA 2010
T-T-T-Today, junior.
T-T-T-Today, junior.
That was a dream
I was called an alcoholic.
Was that a dream?
Or just a mental hole?
I don't care.
I don't want to hear your omens,
what will come out from my forest.
You've got opened eyes, but 'God...
You can't see their cards.
Ghost of christmas yet to come?
Shoot me some photos with a ghost.
Witch, how can u not feel like
a blind bird crashing into trees?
There is your history
and no beds of roses
Not enought powder
I can see your bruises.
...
tak, powrót.
/wersja poprawiona.
