Текст песни If Thoughts Could Kill, We'd Both Be Deader Than A Week-Old Corpse

Please abuse me with fists perfectly formed. bite off my tongue so i wont say a word (the anger dulls your beauty - the alcohol washes it completely away.)... a cantankerous cacophony of calamity. consume conscience but claim control. (and it's only now i realize that i've overexposed myself)... i no longer believe in angels.Sad Theory - If Thoughts Could Kill, We'd Both Be Deader Than A Week-Old Corpse - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sad-theory/if-thoughts-could-kill-wed-both-be-deader-than-a-week-old-corpse-lyrics.html