Cool to be high in the sky flying Smashed on the pavement, you're bleeding and dying The press have their story the dealers their money Parents and friends are crying, it's too late for words It's too late for words...
Evil desires twisted path bloody glory Breaking his heart tear reddened eyes He does see us through The father sighs his love is denied his love defied For Him it is won share in the victory A trip so wild and near A trip of love for us all to share
For I have been there among the flower walls Among the voices of liars and the Devil's calls Creeping down the tunnel of doom where Hell awaited Led into a darkness a prison I have created Craving for my life to be a tortured eternity Defying my calls on my last grains of sanity
Yes I have been there but I am still here A vision of beauty pierced through my torture Not even a call but a question was answered A living dream a painted reality My father has saved me from unbearable loss The trip I'm now on secured by the cross.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
