Lost... In an everlasting Fountain of thoughts Sowing the seed of hatred Within the purest of wombs Through a pitiful conception of reality They cry tears of blood Those who cannot see Past the misty haze of obscurity Through the paths that lead Towards the end Where awe transcends the bearable May the answer be found By he who seeks In the darkest of clouds. Not in the comforting ways Of the light Life is but a vice!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
