grasp around your neck The hour has come to release And to welcome the razorsharp fate Feel the jaws of the snake Slaves under cosmic contempt Mortem sibi
Look at the world through my eyes I won't be happy until everything dies I wish you could see this life from the inside But you'll go fucking blind You
Look at the world through my eyes, I won't be happy until everything dies I wish you could see this life from the inside, but you'd go fucking blind You
Look at the world through my eyes I won't be happy until everything dies I wish you could you could see this life from the inside But you'll go fucking
Translation: Furniture. Robert Nightman's Story.
Translation: The Scaffold. Goodbat Nightman.
