I can see something that can't be real an illusion, it is not there, oh no
Filthy lies, a crying child a holy man's confession We follow without a word and we'll never question?
Why do we walk the path of incoherent sin? The times we try to laugh we end up feeling cold within
Abused by life, abandoned, disdained It's all in vain
The crying child alone and so afraid She's left behind We must ask ourselves...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
