Текст песни Grovel

And by the throat,
you shoved your pride,
this forced disdain,
writhes inside my mind,

All dreams will creep their petty pace,
your wings are singed; your feathers frayed,Malice In Leatherland - Grovel - http://ru.motolyrics.com/malice-in-leatherland/grovel-lyrics.html
The asphalt calls so don't delay,
to rev your engines, and cruise away...

I'd scrape these nerves,
out of my tired eyes,
please spare this gaze,
of your wretched guise...