(For all the ones who seek their dawn My wrath I breed, My wrath I spawn Behind a crooked cross they hide Forever I Shall be their bride)
Amidst this fog my body twitches with the wolves growl A snuff utopia for the soul Wake up! emerging from this cruel poetry The real nightmare is the prison called reality
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into the fire No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding Seeking for the end not written in your destiny This is not the cure and now I spill I spill on your deception
Back to old "Hill Life Sanitarium" I go My home - my life - the only place I know No mirror holding the reflection of the emotions I feel And puppets hanging from the walls I see
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into the fire No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding Seeking for the end not written in your destiny This is not the cure and now I spill I spill on your infection
I spill on your Deception I spill on your infection Sown in my fresh the seed of your hatreds infecting me
I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into the fire No way I'm gonna set you free
You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding Seeking for the end not written in your destiny This is not the cure and now I spill I spill on your infectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
