grube i grubsza.
czy sny przekazują prawde o nas samych?
więcej śniegu!
I swear I've been here before, theres a war in my heart
inside my chest is a thorn, it's been torn from the start
the picture painted is warped, the hearts aching and scarred
musics the band-aid Im too afraid to take this shit off
another drink at the bar, but Im not drunk enough
each shot burns less but the chest isnt numbin' up
a voice keeps talkin in my head and Ima fuck him up
fill the gun with lead and bust until the pump shuts him up