Paint all of the walls In the colors of fire For each Picture left with its eyes showing Brings the chanting of the funeral choir The marks appearing upon her cracked face Show the presence of another Fingers reaching out from the darkness As the portrait sees itself becoming clearer
Mirror image Of that which is God in the eyes Of the child Halls of madness Calling out
Three ropes hanging From the stairwell One and the same Trapped in between Two opposite worlds Through red curtains The left arm trembles So begins the crossoverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
