Reverse (Anger) Songtext

von Moriarty

It cannot be the same.
She waits in the one.
Wile the other mount in the hole, in the floor, in the wall.
In the not himself, but we ment stands empty.
Only now his hands, to bolt now screemy. ...
And the ...
Grows and grows, louder and louder.
It spaces out the same, open silence.
Get what is on me, get of it out, if she were.
Now two people in.
A hand could stop him. ...
He's angry his face grows as ...
Rose.
A blacklight darkness if life's worthless.
It is back, it is an open hole of her. 'cause nothing is in.
And if no one knows, there is nothing.