Time stands still and the past never dies; to be buried I try to forget but the nightmare has no end Eternal echoes on my mind I feel the hands on my throat My wings turn to dust The world is slipping through my fingers Nothing can cool my burning wounds Why is there tar dropping out of the clouds My soul collides (I try to breathe) I feel the hands on my throat My wings turn to dust Cold sweat reflects in my eyes Whatever I do Have I lost control over my pointless gamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
