I running from church There burn my conscience I'm out of breath And suffocate with fear I exile in my own soul All my hopes are bury under dust
I step alone the sacricase Who don't leads nowhere Pictures on the wall I see the first time Tired to death Hidden windows count And cups on the table Are full of blood
In the big mirror I see death Closing my eyes but see her always Morbid ideas, brain putrefecation Tears and blood pursuer me in dreams
Cursed life Who want to lived? Who give me my dream Who empty blood to my veins? Death is at heals In the morbid dreams In every I see Only blood and tears Death is at heals In the morbid dreams In every I see Only blood and tearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
