Slowly as they reach my soul With confinding holograms, why? Someone pull the strings for me I am getting weaker Now they´re in control
Illusion made of glass Inside a screen They transformate my soul Completely black My skill to love is gone I can not feel Hallucination comes And makes me breathe
Someone paint my dreams in blood Without no caompassion, why? Things that I could touch and feel Are now behand the curtain Exit time, release
Illusion made of glass Inside a screen They transformate my soul Completely black My skill to love is gone I can not feel Hallucination comes And makes me breathe Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
