Tytuł: Forgetiquette

• Wykonawca: Vendetta Red
• Wyświetleń: 382

Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent
  I think of cancer as I put one to my
  cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust
  Voices spin and resonate inside
  This old phone booth shelters me from these lonely streets
  If only god would grant me strength to call you
  Just three words could help me slake this poison lust
  Esoteric memory you're an eyesore now
  Grab your handle twist your blade deep in my wound