Moments of truth gone by Seconds in the overpowering infinity of time A mirror reflection in the eye Saw the refraction, subdued colours of the night
Kill me, Save me Into the coldest night Save me, Kill me Beholding the crimson tide
Life's a quest hard to comprehend Stanched with deeds virtually well meant The remainders stay the same Seeking refuge in the stench of decay And unable to find their way
Desolate eries bereaved of tears Gathering the solitary streams...
Words spoken as if they were a lie Seek the rising star one must find The child within must die Happiness lies within the state of mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
