Hope is a figure in the wall Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence The constant deceit that makes us fall erring through pain along the distance.
To ease the anguish of our days We live our lives as if it had a meaning trying to avoid the painful embrace we hide through masks to show no feelings
Digging trenches where we stand still Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come
But I can feel nothing As I watch my dreams come undone But I can feel nothing As I watch my dreams come undone
Hope is a figure in the wall Nothing but the pale shadow of our existence The constant deceit that makes us fall erring through pain along the distance.
To ease the anguish of our days We live our lives as if it had a meaning trying to avoid the painful embrace we hide through masks to show no feelings
Digging trenches where we stand still Waiting for a sparkle of joy to come
I am buried where light cannot reach And where hope is but a memory
In despair we scream Begging for a word of hope As if we would hear a response The silence is deafening
Falling deeper into the void dragged by its hollow core The will to live fades away and my dreams end their days
And so I bury them As I have beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
