Текст, перевод и аккорды “Tentacle”
- Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders. Crawling in or out I don't know, but I kneel to the gods of nausea in moments of reflection upon what I stole from a fifteen year old girl. And not even a thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.
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