Текст песни Despair - black midi
Ignored
as
a
crimson
lip
from
your
toothbrush
I
will
wait
Abhorred
by
your
kin
in
the
name
of
a
foreigner
I
will
blame
Valentine
Curse
your
ways
When
will
we
begin
to
incessantly
fall,
inexorably?
When
will
our
scalps
run
out
of
colour
reserves
Or
any
at
all?
We
must
strike
while
the
fevered
ill
Iron
is
hot,
though
man
can′t
by
force
Revoke
his
destined
course,
it
incurs
into
madness
Oh,
Valentine,
welcoming
the
sadist
of
old
Cursing
all
to
a
lifetime
of
miserably
clutching
of
miserable
straws
Valentine
Curse
your
way
I
need
an
explanation
A
reason
for
my
curse
The
magnets
have
their
North
Pole
And
I
will
need
this
worst
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