Poster un commentaire

In the Hollow

How I’d like to feel already

in the hollow of my arm

the wife of the one who don’t have one

I see him coming

with his fuckin’ little smile

the smile

of the ones who don’t have one

Without sayin a word

he asked me for my cash

the cash

of the ones who don’t have life

 

And I can feel already

sweet poison in my veins

the one who keeps me ready

for her and kills my pain

I met her two years ago

and for her I would go

to the whole of decadence

watching her last dance

In the hole of my despair

in the hollow of my arm,

in the pocket of my fist

she calls me for her feast (yeah)

 

I feel her finally,

in the hollow for my arm,

the wife

of the ones who don’t have one

And for a while im free,

from this jail she’s built for me,

the jail

of the ones who jump and fail

Now inside there’s nobody

but a dangerous naughty lady

the wife

one the ones who don’t have one

Publicités

Laisser un commentaire

Entrez vos coordonnées ci-dessous ou cliquez sur une icône pour vous connecter:

Logo WordPress.com

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte WordPress.com. Déconnexion / Changer )

Image Twitter

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Twitter. Déconnexion / Changer )

Photo Facebook

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Facebook. Déconnexion / Changer )

Photo Google+

Vous commentez à l'aide de votre compte Google+. Déconnexion / Changer )

Connexion à %s

%d blogueurs aiment cette page :