Spread out clean sheets Get the mind ready for the deep sleep Fade out the cold lights Still, these linens feel like concrete
Drifting though closed eyes Watching incapacities materialize Like in the song, a prisoner Of my own device
Another part of me could have been the unleashed What would it be, how would it feel If the ideals of self were real? Is it a cure, or is it disease? Would i know emptiness from peace? Tracing the fears back to the start Raptures to tear the world apart Written in scars that never heal This is the deal This is the deal
Wake up like an undead Ashes of the night swirling though my head Breathless, heartless Ravenous Ravenous
Another part of me could have been the unleashed
Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams Where twin black angels lead the way
What would it be, how would it feel If the ideals of self were real? Is it a cure, or is it disease? Would i know emptiness from peace? Tracing the fears back to the start Raptures to tear the world apart Written in scars that never heal This is the dealTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
