"...In some historic origins, it's written, that Charles II of Navarre (1332-1387), known as 'Charles the Bad' also suffered on schizophrenia. One person inside pushed him to kill himself The other told him to heal all the scars. A religious but violent dance of death every Night while he was losing his mind..."
Out of sight, there is no one who seems to care Out of life but it doesn't feel right All the time you make sure that pain awakes but I know I am here to survive
Now you crossed lines, your cheating hate n' lies that's all I see as I look in your eyes I'm crying my tears, you're causing my fears, don't turn away...
Every night I'm losing my mind Where do I go from here, I'm losing my pride I heal the scars in your heart
While I'm breathing the air, walls are closing in I walk up to the room, I'm your guide All the pride and the pain we're now drowning in, you can't see I'm a wolf in disguise
Now I'm inside, trapped in your mind, this time I brought you down to your knees You're crawling through tears, surrounded by fear... But don't turn away!
Every night I'm losing my mind Where do I go from here, I'm losing my pride I heal the scars while I'm losing my mind To heal your scars is my destinyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
