This place i´ve never seen before Goes by the name of cruelty Thunder cracks among black clouds And the rain reminds me of tears of beauty, you cruel teaser
From foolishness i´ll suffer Just me alone, my kind of last supper
When no one is here to hear When no one is here to share
No one is here to hear me No one is here to share My thoughts, my dreams i did hide outside of my sleep
Walking on road in thickening night Where left hands path is right for feeble minded
The sky keeps bleeding above me While your spit is like the flower on the tomb in me Your spit as a flower on the tomb in me
Running on road in thickening night Where left-hand path is right for feeble minded, Truly blinded and naive
The sky keeps bleeding above me While your spit is like the flower on the tomb in me Your spit as a flower on the tomb in me
The story goes on and on I´ll keep on begging for more and more This is the way the story writes itself
What should i do with this, Would you please tell me What should i do when story is writing itself?
The sky keeps bleeding above me While your spit is like the flower on the tomb in me Your spit as a flower on the tomb in me
The sky keeps bleeding above me While your spit is like the flower on the tomb in me Your spit as a flower on the tomb in meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
