Only background noise Echoes of lives that almost were Murdered in essence These are my hands covered in blood
Why? I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding right now Am I? Am I just dreaming, just dreaming or not?
I’ve got a cut inside, a little wound I cannot close A little scratch inside, the more I breathe the more it grows I’ve got a wound inside, something I’ve never felt before A little scratch inside, forgotten scars come back and hurt
No, I don’t know what went wrong I tried so hard, changed myself to make the pieces fit But all that kept me alive is slowly killing me Will it really end like this?
I got a cut inside, bleeding our my unfulfilled hopes A little scratch inside a crimson mouth of wasted words
[A] There’s a man on the edge Torn apart by his fears There’s a house made of cards Blown away by the wind
[B] There’s a man on the edge No more tricks, no Plan B Plastic bag on the head Just to choke all his dreams
[C] There’s a man on the edge Things are not what they seem But who knows what is true Behind this lucid dream?
[D] Wake up right now There’s a way out!
So facing your dark side sometimes means to plunge to the depths They say the darkest hour is the one just before the dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
