I'm sick of being told this All happens with a reason Can't hear the fairytales of Fate anymore Life is nothing but an inexorable sick joke Searching for sense Wasted Time The agony is sweetened By Self-fabricated illusions Multiplied sorrow By Disploding dreams Caged to This valley of tears and Disappointment Dominating Weakness I'm tired trying being strong
There is no light by the end of the tunnel No savior to save our souls The Imagination of my rotting flesh in the soil Does not scare me at all
The fall comes quick and apace But reliable sudden The collusion is excruciating And unendurable hard The perception of crossing the zenith Of bitter Disappointments Is popular Fallacy and desperate self-Deception
There is no light by the end of the tunnel No savior to save our souls The Imagination of my rotting flesh in the soil Does not scare me at all
Birth breads the spark of Death Visions of life Visions of luck Is it really Worth fighting The future Is empty and lost And only Death is certain
There is no light by the end of the tunnel No savior to save our souls The Imagination of my rotting flesh in the soil Does not scare me at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
