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Glass Full of Cigarettes

I've got your hand in a pocket Take the rest I'm lost in mind when I'm talking About building nest Ref. There are just two ways But I'm going wrong way What have you said No, it's not okay Yeeeah I feel like life lasts forever With my broken watch And think...

God of Night

I'm watching your through the hole of key I'm looking for you – an apple on the tree Can your feel me I'm your painless god of this night I'm watching you through the glass of Scotch You're missing me I'm the last burnt match for your cigarette When yo...

Kolekcja Piękności

Spotkamy się kiedyś na dworcu Widziałem już to w snach, I wywróżyłem w kartach, Miniemy się – tak po prostu, wtedy ty poczujesz smród, a ja twój słodki zapach odwrócisz się i spojrzysz z góry, Ja udam, że pod kapeluszem swoją twarz schowałem przeszyje...

Last Religion

we're just a strangers on this life time adventure forever late for the last night bus forgot to wake up on time -see no danger I've got the keys, but there's no home for us but we are angels with empty pockets but we are the priests with broken shoes there a...

Newspaper's Lies

don't beat my head - you'll hurt your hands cause I'm in love with decadence my fingers are missing the piano keys my dirty lips are missing kisses everybody sometimes doubt in itselfs you know that your words can bring about the stress so come on and exchang...

Prophet's Fate (Call me Lord)

You can find us making magic near the flower shop we are open for new stories from closed door I've spent thousand of hours between faces on these streets and no one here knows me but I'm the king who can switch So you'll wake up at night and your days will...

Testament on Rizla's (Circus)

Come on, we'll wait down till all these lights will fall between our heads We'll wait, till all the newspapers will burn, and warm our hollow hearts, like empty glasses of trust here we go, with our filthy circus of this night, our last, bloody night don't be...

Trent Road (Pere Lachaise)

There's a house at the end of my street secret window with broken glass no black cats, no postman, no rasta selling weed there's nothing coming near this house but everyday I'm seeing black car coming down near this old, closed door And I'd like to be a homel...