where's the cure for such unpleasant dreams of decline as we admire the vultures of demise there's no chance to express these moments of disapproval we've commited ourselves to this catalyst and whilst the daggers are drawn i'm nothing more than i used to be what have we become, dear friend this chosen path is just another profane decision another useless scratch surfacing reality needs to be an inner revolution no matter how many nights we've wasted dreaming of a better tomorrow turn them into something real to make a change
Expl: Sometimes people change. The same way their ideas are changing. Who are we to judge, if there's so much more to change about ourselves?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
