We gaze through past Mourning for the times to come Wind blows from the desert Eyes are bleeding from the dust Rays from the setting Sun Are shattered in a blurry mirage Shaped by transcending tremolo Of cracking sanity Babies drop like bombs from the wombs Birth is a tragedy Saw it in a dream Emptiness was gathered As a token, an epitaph In the end it's all we have Bodies drop like bombs into the tombs Life is an open wound, thirsty soil beneathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
