Let this flow unto me Step back out of the light This is no longer yours
There are footsteps Of those who fell in place Draw back to silence Draw back to home
Draw back to silence Draw back to home Let opposition Be the guidance You’ve always known
Run...
Failure is the grin of a pale dead face Which we meet with a cold embrace
Everything returns To whence it came Ashes and dust One in the same
Rumination takes hold Of a conscious thought And turns it into what it is not What it is notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.