Feel the future Sift through your days In your palace of wretched steel See my absence as something good
Oh, grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune See my absence as something good
Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars
Touch the concrete Placed on my chest And chain the songbirds to your argent dome Confirm my fate as disposable
Oh, grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune And keep your promises negotiable
Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars
It's shaking My trembling howl It's breaking Overtaking
Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars
Creator of flaws I know you will be the last to laugh Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of starsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
