Knives twist, and I cannot win Torment me. The freak Another lifeless husk walking Distorted and broken
It's never enough to free this pain Shackle me. The freak Whatever the reflection Equates to delusions of my illusion
All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of Grotesque
Tick tock, tick tock The time is running away Let's stay in this murky grave Until we rot away
Watch how shallow waters Drown out my flame to smoke I can already see The dead face of forgotten dreams
Walk alone in a circus full of eyes Lost to roam Struggling. Malfunctioning I need to run away
Walk alone in a circus full of eyes Lost to roam Arresting. Devouring Faces who we ignore
Grotesque inside, yet stunning to see Shackle me. The freak Common sense dies, like cigarettes In human dust
This dream still burns, turning me to ash Torment me. The freak Estrange my lungs of this bitter scent Scent I can't breathe
All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of Grotesque All I see... Portait of GrotesqueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
