The roots of the earth Twisting around my neck Holding me back
Like a sickness of the mind Choking all life The noose is tied Like a chasm in the earth Drawing me in To never be found
In a grave that beckons me In my mind the roots grow deep
And still we pray for release And still we long to be free All as the roots of the trees Form their oaken weave
It is now a part of me Haunting my dreams All that I see It encircles everything I am the prey I am the slave
In a state of apathy In a cage without a key
And still we pray for release And still we long to be free All as the roots of the trees Form their oaken weave
The roots of the earth Twisting around my neck Holding me back
In a grave that beckons me In my mind the roots grow deep
And still we pray for release And still we long to be free All as the roots of the trees Form their oaken weaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
