Deformed harvest here only grows From the boneyard the tale of sorrows
Departure of what is real Confusion and betrayal For a man which is no one But still knows himself A story that ends itself Inside full of misbelief If you are coming back I'm here for you
But tonight I'm full of liquid That heals my soul, my solitude My emptiness, my wretched being For you I raise my glass And forget all we had!
Words awailed, senseless Futile yet relentless I can't move past from these times In the end boneyard takes our... Words awailed, going towards endless Futile yet relentless I can't move past from these times In the end boneyard takes our lives!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
