You can feel the dust in your throat Some minutes have the taste of a century Like a clock without a lance Like a zombie, sleep walker without a goal
Our life is running so fast And we are all yearning for more To go back, looking into your past Without pain and your mental sore
Clock without lances minutes that come Escaping from your last show But time is not so slow
Kill your every shade. Kill your thoughts and your fate Try to escape. try to stop your hate Is not clear. The object of your fear Something cold. Something feeding your soul.
The one day begin to open your mind No more time. The countdown is looking so slow For the end that's an offense But it won't keep you long from the last show
Clock without lances minutes that come Escaping from your last show But time is not so slowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
