Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? It's your inner need... your loss of common sense
Did you ever... stop for a moment? Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark?
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins
A crowded mirror… a road without an end Thousand begging hands for something they deserve
Did you ever... stop for a moment? Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark?
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins
I’m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times In which the advantage of the Artist within the society Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype But a simple, natural matter of fact.
Did you ever... stop for a moment? Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark?
I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense A mortal angel with an abstinence from sinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
