We are tainted by our glance There is nothing we can see Beyond How can I become
The change I need to be
All I perceive is Procreated fantasy of Things Beyond What can I believe?
I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned My mind is not free I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small What can I believe?
Can't we lose ourselves, to find back home…
…is just a metaphor For this emtpy prison cell of Time, to bridge the gap To fill the gap
Between your world and mine Between my words and mind
I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned My mind is not free I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small What can I believe?
Can't we lose ourselves, to find back home…
Free my hands and tear down this wall Free my hands and tear down this wall Free my hands and tear down this wall Free my hands and tear it down
I stand here, I am alone, still unheard, still dethroned My mind is not free I stand here, behind the wall, feeling blind, feeling small What can I believe?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
