None
I see how absurd zdradzieckiego looking for a hypocritical end
Do not you lie
wind meets our forgotten dreams
always aware of the wounds dies
lost before a new pain tempt defeat our past
caution forgot about the blood rose
spit slowly broken my morning yearning
despair hurts slaughter
Imagine losing that hunger and tear between the memory
hidden sin meet
vulnerable you see the sun
hand is lethal...