I see where the lines are leading I know all I am losing Slow Time is taking A life not worth living I see where the lines are leading
Empty is this life A portrait, painted all in white A conclusion which was written In words that failed to define
Vanished from my sight A hope, collapsing fraught with bright A well of absence A will withdrawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
