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Testo Winter
Your ghosts appear...
And swiftly fade away..
I owe you nothing..
Nothing but contempt
Now I go every day, carving more and deeper space, in my soul, (when I realise that )what we meant to do, never counts enough, never counts enough! I'd fucking die for this! But it never meant a shit to you! What we pretend to do never counts enough never counts enough
I'd fucking die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
Nothing but a whore, you're selling yourself short! Naked, sore and cold, too jaded to ever fucking care, to hell with you...On bended knees worship all their idle schemes, cover up the truth, you just look the other way, I'm fucking tired of you! Fucking tired of you!
I'd fucking die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
The space between your words defines your deepest fear. I rip it from your cold dead hands!
Beneath the pose, beneath the grace, I see your rotting core: that glorious history, a tale of scars and horror
And swiftly fade away..
I owe you nothing..
Nothing but contempt
Now I go every day, carving more and deeper space, in my soul, (when I realise that )what we meant to do, never counts enough, never counts enough! I'd fucking die for this! But it never meant a shit to you! What we pretend to do never counts enough never counts enough
I'd fucking die for this!
I owe you nothing but contempt
Nothing but a whore, you're selling yourself short! Naked, sore and cold, too jaded to ever fucking care, to hell with you...On bended knees worship all their idle schemes, cover up the truth, you just look the other way, I'm fucking tired of you! Fucking tired of you!
I owe you nothing but contempt
The space between your words defines your deepest fear. I rip it from your cold dead hands!
Beneath the pose, beneath the grace, I see your rotting core: that glorious history, a tale of scars and horror
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