Over the troubles Still bleeding on your tomb Still lying, betraying but living One more night without... Stuck in a corner of her head As if she could never be safe Pale, the skin of our corpses fades to grey On the concrete we lay
The back of her neck still sweating cold Over the troubles she roam, alone Tasting the bitter kisses of hell Deception, we failed
Don’t need this razor anymore Cut me! She left enough to a whore Maybe she could never be saved Her sins on a bed of regrets I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it
Long is the night if you play with the angel's dust Slow like your tongue when you possessed by demon's lust She could not remember the sun light We ´re all creatures at midnight God is a pervert ‘cause he watches us do And the fallen lead is through... Grave's flowers bloom and her soul is gone 32 years drowned into the fog
The back of her neck still sweating cold Over the troubles she roam, alone Tasting the bitter liquid of hell Frustration, we failed
Don’t need this razor anymore Cut me! She left enough to a whore Maybe she could never be saved Her sins on a bed of regrets I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
