2 acessos
CuT It OUt
I miss another thing that just you has/
make me feel desperate like when I wear laugh gas/
the sensation of remember too late/
seems like an bubble full of hate.
Incinerating my suffering/
put a target in my abdominal cavity/
sorry but I am losing/
in the cradle sleep my corrupt(son).
Let me rest in my own funeral/
cover me before something go out of the hall/
the happenings that never in thought/
and this falsies condolences, please, cut it out.
An piece of me miss you/
an piece of me want to adjust you/
an piece of me need remedy/
an piece of you been waiting...
oliver kayo sete