The grace of a goddess defiled Banish your soul to exist in denials A peasant born from a queen The wasted hope of your childhood dream The alpha has now been replaced Unkindness of time shows on your face Frail and uselessly weak Beating the path to your destiny No faith for you, just submission No hope, just self-imposed restriction What have you done? Given one life and you've failed Stoking the flames to your personal hell Forever engulfed in the blaze Praying it ends and counting the days The breath that will be your last gasp And gone are the reasons for your darkened past Turn on your only true friend If given a chance would you do it again? No faith for you, just submission No hope, just self-imposed restriction What have you done? Cold...your life is so cold Your soul is so black because long ago it was sold Dead air dead stare Mind is stuck in rewind Despair and depression is all that you will ever find Dead air dead stare Abuse rationed... to the point of daily trials Forced consent to exist a life in denials Day turn to night Your benign routine doesn't change Night turn to day Your mental state becomes deranged Pain, rising, Pain, boiling over Pain, rising, pain, from your phantom Your heart ripped out, the blood pumped in futility Delusions of grandeur destroyed what was to be Stressed out, dirt poor Your benign routine doesn't change Night turn to day Your mental state becomes deranged Pain, rising, pain, boiling over Pain, rising, pain, from your phantom heart!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
