Torned by a dream and locked up You're sentensed to death it's your trap. You're like the saint perfect mind But it hurts, cause people are blind/
Thoughts of an angel, Who's wander in darkness Flying across the chaotic cold space One of mad strangers, The insane and loveless It is your own your marvelous rase.
Fear and cold are like crying Light scares you anyway Being among of denying You wanna get it away.
You're gonna die in the crowd Here yor life's painful caugh Under the look of amounts Which want to make your truth offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
