In my dreams the canvas was a blackened slate that sucked all the colours within In a darkened room I tried to find my other self and all that I found was just me
Sometimes tragedy can heal the feeble minds of stubborn people that think they are gods and deny them wisdom, grant them all their wishes, make them perfect vessels of a cursed dream filled only with
sailing the oceans of mutiny travel the roads of routine I can't believe all this happiness stayed only to make me bleed
In the great unknown of a pain that's grown and has found its own way I'll be sterilized and severe my ties with the land of decay
Giving up the pleasures of the toxic flesh grant me the will to fulfill Telegraph the methods of a wild debauchery until all that's left is the dead
I'm too old to sacrifice my future so you'd better try to have a different approach to convince me and have me by your side a model guilt of sometimes suiciders fragile's the destiny to sail the oceans...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
