m.i.S.K.i.n Muž, 32 let / Spišská Belá

Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Mouse Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left. Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head. But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my...

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble Little Mouse Man, You'll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck.

But it was not your fault but mine, And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? Ahhhhh......