Whisperers, decievers Promise you all your dreams Then drain you dry while still believe Blindly
Is it a sin not to fight? Just wait for dreams to come alive? No more stress for my part, If higher powers write the story of my life.
Give us your freedom We’ll enlighten the path
No one's born to be ruled in this life Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones. Let your own hands carve the path For we make our own Paradise
Whisperers, decievers Convince you they’ve got what you need But in the end they sacrafice the weak Dreamers
How will I face my conscience in the end? If others dictate my course of life? Will I be able to make amends, If I ran away from all the strife?
Give us your freedom We’ll enlighten the path Ours’ is the only way On your terms you shall fail
No one's born to be ruled in this life Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones. Let your own hands carve the path For we make our own paradise
Through the life we are leading In this world we all live in Confide in all but yourself And you shall burn in this hell You feel you’ve given your all You feel you can do no more Don’t forget the hypocracy of hope, Your best friend, mortal enemy
No dream can come alive Without tears and sacrafice. Standing tall, reaching for the sky You will build your own Paradise
No one's born to be ruled in this life Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones. Let your own hands carve the path For we make our own Paradise No one's born to be ruled in this life Neither by mortals nor heavenly ones. Let your own hands carve the path For we make our own Paradise
We make our own paradiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
