Drooling red from my eyes
To meet the bitter sun
That shines past into light
That shines past into light
Setting fire to curtains
In hope that you're dreaming
Destroying the tomb
Of memories from your life
Destroying the tomb
Of memories from your life
In the room full of family
But couldn't find one, but couldn't find one
In the hallways lit up brightly but couldn't find myself
I laid drunk on the concrete on the day of your birth in celebration of all you were worth
[Instrumental interlude]
I am my father's son
I am no one
I cannot love
It's in my blood
I am my father's son
I am no one
I cannot love
It's in my blood
I am my father's son
I am no one
I cannot love
It's in my blood
Kažkokia mada užėjo. Kartais būna, kad kokie fragmentai iš roko klasikų nugirstami iš kokio TikToko, ir taip kai kurie užsikabina. Bet smagu, kad jaunimas dar atranda. Tikiuosi, taip visada bus.
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