I don't remember how it really happened – Nor When... But I was caught and sent to an uncommon room... Made of chains... made of eyes... and made of... I can't say But I could feel the harm of their aggressive, and so sad, spirits... And the room moved on.... on....on...
The trip did not last long but I was borne to a place I did not know. A place I had never even imagined... Who could have? So far from what I believed.
Not a real place so to say. Oh... This place...
...The machinery is actuating...
A GREAT and OLD building lost inside of their mind I don't really know where, don't know why Bleak and isolated, it is rounded by fields. What do they cultivate? And they Yield?
It looks like a prison - Is it...? Do I...? Do you...? Let me speak.... Oh please, please... let me one word or two...
Silence seems to rule here... only far muffled knocks Something is drawing near... Eyes and words made of rock
I can not run - can not see - I can't breathe anymore - I can't flee (x2)
Under a gun - made of words - I must be dreaming - Please awake me Under a gun - made of words - A judgment of my identityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
