Kecárna Playlisty
Obnov stránku
Desktop verze
Horní menu

Decathect - text

playlist

Why would you diagnose my sickness, if you can’t control yourself? Floating on a muse between obsession, and a need for living hell. Little switch, start to flip. You can pin it all on this. I considered piety, until you threw your mood on me. Everyone knows that they can’t pull off wearing your clothes. It’s become quite easy to choke your ghost.

You’re playing with your box. My gaze is enslaved, focused on the rocks between free space. From the pier to the boardwalk, painting sin across the beach. Why did we have to meet? Now it’s gone and I need you, but my passion fell to hate. Intrude back with your body, keep me fooled just to be. Now it’s gone and I need you, but my passion fell to hate. Intrude back with your body, keep me breathing just to scream.

You had me fawning for a year or so. Police are telling me to let you go. Guilt is seeping out across the floor. Fury fueled by brute force. You left me fighting here, caught in fear. You left me fighting here, all alone.

Be careful of your thoughts, while you dabble in the dark. She might have ruined your heart, but she doesn’t have a ring. Adapt to this mistake. This is where the cycle stops. Why did we have to meet?

Intrude back with your body, keep me fooled just to be. Intrude back with your body, keep me breathing just to scream.

You had me fawning for a year or so. Police are telling me to let you go. Guilt is seeping out across the floor. Fury fueled by brute force. You left me fighting here, caught in fear. You left me fighting here, all alone.

Why would you diagnose my sickness, if you can’t control yourself? Floating on a muse between obsession, and a need for living hell.

Text přidal DomikLesik

Video přidal DomikLesik

Tento web používá k poskytování služeb, personalizaci reklam a analýze návštěvnosti soubory cookie. Používáním tohoto webu s tím souhlasíte. Další informace.