Freezing sunrise on an empty shell Numb, sore throat, aching brain Altered senses in the course of an aborted atonement Crawling through the misery that surrounds you Hopelessly trying to absolve from the sins in you A foreclosed reconciliation with the divine A pile of worn bones in meaningless motion Begging, crying for a piece of mercy This might be the last time you're playing dead If in death there is a rebirth, why are you afraidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
