Another life spent in human gowns, Seventy years of disorder Fucked up years in fucked up times
I ended myself this time, ending the urge of indulgence Medals don't crown a life well spent
To what use? Spending another lifetime falling asleep When our deeds don't cover the cost of time
Dreamworld, suffer in the streams of the chaos swirl Dreams coming through, utopia This endless pain, come to an end Don't wake me up, being born again
From countenance of fate to disintegrating mourns the falling leave us stained, to wake up forever more
When the darkness surrounds you and the black sun rise, holding your scythe You find yourself waking up, to find a part of you've solely diedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
