In the beginning I read the signs of decay I was not to know what would come over me today At the arrival of the train my body arrived It could have been me and my mind was revived The key of solutions is right in my hand I've seen the tomb in which that urn stands My coming days are ruled by death Maria, why these veils of blood? Or am I of that little faith? As I struggled through the corridors of my overactive imagination, or paranoia as some might say, the ultimate truth overwhelmed me: Like a fly in a web she had trapped me I am doomed... doomed...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
