"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
It's so cold here in the dark I admit, I've banished the sun Here, at the abyss of my existence I don't know what I have become
Bleeding heart Sad flickering eyes All hope is torn apart Silent breath Passive and bored Lost in the arms of death
Sometimes it feels like an endless dream And I wonder who's the dreamer of my life
So many wasted tears An ocean full of shards Sometimes I count the countless pieces The pieces of my broken heart
And even if my heart stops beating Or if the world goes down forever My life will end but the void will remain 'Cause every self-portrait needs a frame
So many wasted tears An ocean full of shards Sometimes I count the countless pieces The pieces of my broken heart
At the abyss of my existence What have I become?
Bleeding heart Silent breath Torn apart Arms of death...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.