I am ready to strive keep my burning candle prude as hell to make you sure such unable to move tugging at the heartstrings dying away while you're speaking up
Hold your fire this day I'm gonna cross the line I'll cross that line
I was born to count dead hours of these days pinning away at a holy pond I was born to count dead hours of these days yeah stealthily attend a chemical strike at tea time to drown before I even see the shore once again I have to say that's got to be the end crossing out my name to feel unsatisfied leave a great deal to be desired
Captive in a cocoon at the centre of progression a spectre from a silly tale I was born to count dead hours of these days like the Nomad drained of wandering
This is what I pay for this is what I sell you all for fury and submission this is what I pay for this is what I sell myself for tender wheezing in your famous last words
Set me free cause we have to move lot of things never learned on my own save me from the sadness I concealed to break a spell of being dead as a doornail lie down here if you wanna hear my confessions sit beside cause I'm not the only one silence's worse than the worst truth
I am ready to strive keep my burning candle prude as hell to make you sure such unable to move tugging at the heartstrings dying away while you're speaking... If you're ready to talk choke it off and hold your fire If you're ready to move take it all I'll cross the line we'll be silent forever and a day more and moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
