Composição: Wash
Spit on me you desolation, nothing seems to me so good. Here I am so tired in my room, in your concept
I'm a fool.
Why don't you try me? Tomorrow is gift.
Suck my scars, smells like stigmata.
Bleed the cure, is in you and me...
bleed out!
Head to the sweet temptation, try to walk im my line. Ride a dream undone before, why you're being so unkind?
Why don't you try me? Tomorrow is gift.
Suck my scars, smells like stigmata.
Bleed the cure, is in you and me...
bleed out!
Bleed the cure...
Spit on me you desolation, nothing seems to me so good. Here I am so tired in my room, in your concept
I'm a fool.
Why don't you try me? Tomorrow is gift.
Suck my scars, smells like stigmata.
Bleed the cure, is in you and me...
bleed out!
Head to the sweet temptation, try to walk im my line. Ride a dream undone before, why you're being so unkind?
Why don't you try me? Tomorrow is gift.
Suck my scars, smells like stigmata.
Bleed the cure, is in you and me...
bleed out!
Bleed the cure...