Paroles de Sottomissione

No eye for an eye Chickpeas under my knees Lay me a crown of thorns Your cross on my back Your cross on my back Pleasure Pleasure Suffering Suffering Waiting the disaster You will smile Tomorrow I’ll be like you Tomorrow I’ll be like you I won’t pass the borders of your land anymore Every gesture of yours will be mine Every gesture of mine will be yours Will be yours I’m the dog of the owner with the whip