I'm a graveyard, you are death We breathe our last eternal breath Do you hold me in your thoughts? What could have been and what is not
But I am sickened by this very thing A bird can't fly on a broken wing What you carry in your heart The very sword that tears us apart
I cling to nothing but my dying self I give to no one this hand I'm dealt I seek to render, to right the wrong Contained within this mournful song
I'm a graveyard, despise the light Consume my innards on this precious night I hold to nothing, I cling to none The dying gasp of the evening sun
But I am sickened by this very thing A bird can't fly on a broken wing What you carry in your heart The very sword that tears us apart
I cling to nothing but my dying self I give to no one this hand I'm dealt I seek to render, to right the wrong Contained within this mournful song
I'm a graveyard, you are life The marionettes dance on the knife I now hold you in my grasp I'm Cleopatra; you are the asp!
I cling to nothing but my dying self I give to no one this hand I'm dealt I seek to render, to right the wrong Contained within this mournful songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
