Senile strained hand ascends over dawn Trying to reach inanimate faces And no one ever has felt misanthropy Freezing ice like igniting pearl
Water flows a sorrow to emptiness Deriding thoughts from a dead will to the distance In the time from strenght to debility Little child aligning dead hearts to appeasing air
Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore There's left only silence and lowness Everything that they could understand They deny it over and over
In the state from weakness to perfection It forces my shoulders harder and lower If I could I would rise over anguished cries Over my cry that no one has heard
For the first time the thoughts are escaping Can you see I'm older and older Want to leave this century's old day If the world isn't the inner of myself
I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation In my own peace
The blood of my heart is dry as a bleakness Descending down to pieces and pieces To the ground that encloses nothingness A hand close to death won't feel the last strain
I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation In my own peace
Nothing's alive nothing stands anymore There's left only silence and lowness Everything that they could understand They deny it over and over
I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation I'be been sold Segregated holocaust Unaffected Holocaust of segregation In my own peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
