Washed into a sentimental group Loneliness ??? (0:06) Battle-clad Byzantium command And these dark cards look nothing like my hand
Lightning strikes a second time Songbird knows just when to die Emperor cries immortal from the grime Sun is in the hole in the sky
Emptiness builds up with perfumed pride There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight Harmony is lost and then it's wet Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed
Memories of serpents in the drain Melting like ice cream in the rain As my self grows closer to the grave Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.