There is no light, no faith, no hope. Faces of strangers tell me I'm wrong.
Where is your saviour now? Tell me: Where is he now?
I turned towards a falling sun, where love and lies and I were one.
Is this your love? Is this your child?
This cross around your neck is like a splinter in your head. Hollow words on hollow pages. Obliterate the obsolote.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.