Theatre Of Tragedy
Crash , Concrete 2000 г. |
Crash , Concrete
Head crash - I can't see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don't you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me?
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