See me through the lies Don't hide your face After long dark tired sighs You begin your chase
Your pace is slow Your mind wont let go After so many sleepless nights Run through the black snow
Words are in a flame But the weather is still the same It's freezing cold Your tired breath is sold
Don't ever seek your trace 'cause there's an empty space You better run ahead, if you don't Prepare to be dead
Words are in a flame Showing this lethal game It's freezing cold Your tired breath is soldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
