"...These are the places where I can feel torn from my body
My flesh, it peels during this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone, I cannot resist
Feeling this hate, I have never missed
Please, someone, give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring..."
My flesh, it peels during this ride we can cut up what we like
Waiting alone, I cannot resist
Feeling this hate, I have never missed
Please, someone, give me a reason to rip off my face
Blood is a pouring..."
Ой, как же моей голове плохо. И выхода не наблюдается. Какая печаль. И ирония.