Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you The dreams so cold, they are mine With the prospects they haunt you My ache is hidden In read lights I see you, and your hate
About time you found me Your hand in mine In dark rooms we're hurting Through hidden times
All hail to the forgotten past They took me equally with kings So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil In the darkness I'll teach you I'll make you man
In moistful mornings through the only path Stating I never want your wings Never argue, never compromise Wide from mine the hidden ache
Do wonders to realize all the questions you may haveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
