And for the sins of my youth. A new life, spent dying, in what seems like passing eons. Lost is the sense of morality. What’s left is a stone-faced being lacking the naïve innocence of a once spirited life. Culling again, past is erased, looking away. Fanning the flames, hurting the same, forfeit the days. All for the sins of my youth. The landscape changes on the canvas. Old truths become new myths. Stand for something or die a coward. Repent for a life of shit. We’ve opened our eyes to catch ourselves praying to ghosts. Creating a farce. He lied.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
