Victim
Sounds are strung on a thin thread
You can contact me, can kill
Me, it does not confuse
I may not even going to scream
Broken heart is still of the night
I would like to become your wife dead
Did not resist, do not cast off shackles
Waited until the fingers of my throat will shrink
When, finally, you did razorvesh
When you're in the ribs zasunesh me a knife
And vyrezhesh sign on my back
And how else prikosneshsya me
You're cold, gloomy, you can not warm up
Light up my dress, I'll bu
Broke my arm, hit me on the shoal
I'm so wo out that agree and so
Not maysya not labor to bring forth, you're not alone
I'm by your side, a handful of ashes at his feet
And a couple of gnawed bones white
Innocent victim of the passion of love
Do not pity me, be cruel
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse
I am not cold, I'm not afraid ...
