Hatred has emerged From a once tranquil place Nevermore, never again Will you see my face The world seeps into The sponge of a boy The hand of the aging shopkeep Wrings him dry Why, then, does the seed still grow Something's missing, impossibly so Was it his own fault Or was it the woman Did she leave altogether? Will she ever be back?
Hatred has emerged From a once tranquil place Nevermore, never again Will you see my face Receding to black I give up the life I knew and loved You pushed me here I'll never go back I am the Progeny of Pain
Empty and cold The search for the heart Leaves him weary And he knows not where to turn The deadline approaches now But maybe he can win If only this aging man Can keep away the painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
