�The fragile wings of our existence let me fall down once again
Further into the house of horror that�s where he wants his lady to be
The demon reaches out his hand for me
My breath relents, time seems to stand still�
The visions cut like a knife-torturing is timeless
Post-traumatic-lost-grey�s instruments are working
The sorrow engine now will weave her dreams
�When I sleep, where I weep, what a deep�
Through our ignoration little tyrants rise
Covering our lands with guiltiness
Behind city�s innocent walls somewhere the demons hide
See doors close-in the trap, snap,snap
Can there be salvation when we remain silent
The demon reaches out his hand for her
Breath relents, time seems to stand still
�Let pain be my new form of lust cos�my demon is out of control� Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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