Inside the cell I built on my own The white walls I stare upon With every breath they come closer again
When does it end?
Hope, the whore, has left me alone I cannot move, my will is gone Before my stare the tides change
And I am the same!
I nail myself unto The cross of my own stillness My world had grown into An endless unreal vision I bear my curse with pride As if it's my one possession It seems I'll leave behind Only an empty confessionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
