This part of me that longs for domain. Persisting for higher ground. Beyond my reach. Still here with me. Grasping that which remains. Within this mind, a murderous fate. Grasping that which remains. Ripped from thyself and torn between. An anchoring point to hold me in place. Ripped from thyself and torn between. An anchoring point to hold me in place. Pick it up. The wolves shall tear me apart. The search within beckons my call from my conscious relapse. More for myself, only questions remain with hollow veins. The search within beckons my anxious call. The part of me that longs for domain. Persisting on higher ground. Beyond my reach. Still here with me. Grasping that which remains. Within this mind, a murderous fate. Grasping that which remains. For all we are, left to uncover. Ripped from thyself and torn between. An anchoring point to hold me in place. Broken endowed, forced to remain. Forced to prove my sense of purpose. To validate by being. To prove my sense of purpose. To validate my being.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
