This kind of damnation slowly starting to crawl everyone`s mind Insane we`re for fear of our dead fearing the time that`s passin by We`re lost, we feel our helplessness Only think of lies Our whole art starts to crie We`re all damned to die!
It`s not fear It`s not our mind We`re some sort of Dream bleeding your eyes We lay all upon this try A dream we need, the dream we deny
Your pulse is slowing down your heart starts slowly to mourn suffering diseased your own fears will increase in the floods of a river Begging for a chance for only one chance panic Phobia of an end and if someone will be then be holdin your hand
It`s not fear It`s not our mind We`re some sort of Dream bleeding your eyes We lay all upon this try A dream we need, the dream we deny
It`s not fear It`s not our mind We`re some sort of Dream bleeding your eyes We lay all upon this try A dream we need, the dream we deny
It`s not fear It`s not our mind We`re some sort of bleeding your eyes We`re bleeding your eyes We`re bleeding your eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
