Novelists - Inanimate текст песни

Текст песни Inanimate - Novelists



I might be reborn or it might burn my skin
I just don′t care, at least I'll finally feel something
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll
Stab it, stab it, stab it
Listen the sound that comes
That comes from this fucking empty wreck
From this carbonized heart
I′m this disheartened man
Who knows that he might end burnt-out?



Авторы: Buil Gelsomino Matteo, Durand Amael Sebastien Leonard, Durand Florestan Jean Remi


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