Boy, I got my rifle on So put your gun into his head You're cold Somewhere your lips are saint But here is not a place of oaths
You left me dead So now I go insane One day I'll let you make a move How cruel How cruel
Cry to fill the jungle sound That hides your peace on borderlines
The guilt is my lover The guilt is my lover The guilt is my lover I wanna see the blood on our hands up
Know how long the nights can be This shouting symphony is played In my head The sorrow's billowing I put it under sheets to let it grow
I pushed away all what was left unsaid Until it came and took my faith unchanged I try my best not to forget the past But I can't put this war to rest
Cry to fill the jungle sound That hides your peace on borderlines
Pull me under to the ground Give my body back to the dark Pull me under to the ground Give my body back to the dark Pull me under to the ground Give my body back
Cry to fill the jungle sound That hides your peace on borderlines
The guilt is my lover The guilt is my lover The guilt is my lover I wanna see the blood on our hands upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
