الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Life, I blame your minds that get a pain,
they're always risin' over crime...
They want my skin, collapsin' my brain...
Their better healin' is rainworm cry!
They cast me over that quiverin' shroud!
They're overflowin' of hatred inside,
and now I'm longin' for burnin' alive
and never see their rainstorm night!
