Track byPanocha Quartet, Jan Panenka
I'll tuck the soil around your unborn heads What the fuck was i thinking of? I'm sorry for the things i said I'll tip my glass to misery and pour it on your graves I can't believe i wasn't there for you I fall asleep with a gun in my mouth Because of all the things i did And i can't be at peace with myself Unless you know i cared My hand against your cheek So in the dark i could feel you smile