The time has come To take one more step Towards the edge The edge of the universe Where everyone’s eyes are open Where the book of death Is forever our to write
The genuine art always feeds on sanity This is the price and you must pay in advance Is it regret behind your eyes Or is it just nothing? Nothing that simulates wisdom Nothing that plays god
The canvas is torn And paints are scattered Your muse has betrayed you again And crows of sorrow have pecked out your eyes This is the end and you are welcomed By a horde of angry clownsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
