When the spoken words make less sense than those unspoken And resentment is all that is left to give
Still we go through with the facade Wasting our time humouring insanities
And know so well Sense has no place here Fire, running with abandonment Until there's no place left to burn
Did those eyes drown? Did the soul slip so far down it became lost? Is the only spirit left, the one that passes the lips?
An age of destruction I watch, my disbelief waiting for change
The will for resolution faded fast And in the end, it stands for nothing, counts for nothing
Tis like a funeral march Driving towards the death Awaiting the vultures' callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
