Through the cold valleys of concrete where lost souls face the walls affliction accompanies me guiding me to my destiny
no hope, no faith no more fake sanity anger, fear, sorrow killed me
Walls are painted with memories of our battles lost and won inked with blood and tears destroying the plaster
intuition has no value on these lands there's only dead ends, after dead ends in this prison made with rust and sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
