Want is artless Loss has handed me the sky You choked on all your manufactured lies My dream unchained You realize Our love is war But it can conquer death itself She whispers repent And I become the grave Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own I bless the open wound And her voice lights up my sky Faced with fear what will you pray When it's your turn to die? She called it Starscream's SymphonyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
