Time passes this quintessence of dust And I'd sit for days and not make a sound I ask myself, who am I? And if I am found Embodied and buried Dig me out And pry away filth Who am I? I find myself from above Searching, I’m desperate Searching, I’m so desperate Who am I? I find myself from above Searching, I’m desperate Searching, I’m so desperate People, strangers inside And if I’m gone they’ll call my body home Call my body home A war within All they fought about fell And crumbled into hell What’s left is light and pure What’s left is light and pure I’ll take arms against the sea of trouble I’ll pry the filth Embodied and buried I’m desperate I will take arms Pry the filth away Embodied and buried I am desperate I am my father’s sonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
