I gave my speech, I took my stand draw my marks into the sand and waited for the tide to wash away my faults
with violence I purify, with rusty nails I crucify the other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer dies inside I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer cries inside
the purgatory burns inside, I perish at the stake for crimes of other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
disgrace me and break me burn my wings and re-arrange me still bleeding and feeding with blood the angels of decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.