If there’s a ray at the end If there’s a road made of sparkles and gleams Then where’s the joy and the solace? Then why are my feet and my eyes burning more and more?
Near the arrival Failures unveil the grief under light
Weak, well insensitive To all of my seeing To all of my feeling
The beauty, the comfort So bright to me, so blurry for me
A tons of lies I kept faith in Reveal themselves all around Marching toward their realm I struggle Missing my sweet penumbra
Near the arrival Failures unveil the grief under light Outmind and outcast From the preserving shadows
The light occults the real evil!
Unearth the depths of despair From this fake heaven And the vicious flames To hide as the healers of my pain
Near the arrival Failures unveil the grief under light Outmind and outcast From the preserving shadowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
