Infantile death

Anotace: promiňte mi ty pravopisné chyby... neumím moc dobře anglicky...

Infantile death

We chose you for our joke
I took your feeling and I broke
Your lust will I trample in the earth
Throw yourself now to my hearth

You may cry, maybe scream,
I told you, that’s not a dream,
Silver blade shines in the moonlight
Slowly scarifies heavy dark night.
Cancer better than infarction
How romantic drown in ocean
I will be irrecoverable
And to love be never able

Die! Do you want it, right?
Bloody river leaves the sight.
Small hope disappeared,
You got stiff, your face is... Scared...

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