Артем Никитин

So take a shot like Burroughs's wife, you'll never be forgiven
There's no regrets but hate and heat, I may you leave a right to call
Your Jesus, you call him Jesus
You call him Jesus, you call him Jesus
So take a shot like Burroughs's wife, you'll never be forgiven
There's no regrets but hate and heat, I may you leave a right to call
Your Jesus, you call him Jesus
You call him Jesus, you call him Jesus

Holding a hand of the god while looking inside of my darkness
Hope you'll be better without my heating when they come and bust us
Never been honest, never be honest
We have to kill for the life, you have for being a son of Dionis