Embracing the shell which closed up your past while knowing she holds the only truth Drink the glass of blood-red wine always as the last wherever black angels hold you around the chest
Wearing fake lipstick and dressed up as a sheep while the ignorant can't see you're a wolf Open your chance not to fall too deep 'cause the cross is a lie, so do not weep
The roots of eden Coming out as the past as the gods fault His roots of eden Feeds now the mind of all human cold
The old man just died and his dreams had too No man shall not ever be exposed to the lies Which lie with her, with me and with you
Dreams are just shades of somebodies will When you know your god was born just to kill Accepting his fate opens the gate of your ruin for what is your angel of death now doingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
