Riches back to rags, clutching to the past Straying from the path, gutter from the stars If humility comes to humble me Ostracized by the power of the masses (Hypnotized by the hunter, Midas touch with a sleight of hand) In my time of need, will I be free? I was compromised when the treasure made a fool of me (I'm criticized for the slander, repentance heal my broken wing)
Riches back to rags, clutching to the past Straying from the path, gutter from the stars If humility comes to humble me In my time of need, will I be redeemed?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
