It grew from air With a leaf's despair Left behind deadline
The language of sanity rejected In faith and for no visible purpose Seeking further; Seeking further Into the pit named a soul
This subtle call This seduction This mind game Is preparing your fall
Thoughts transformed Into whispering voices Alluring you to cross the border Where no return alone Can manage to get you home
This naked scenery; Arms grasping for your throat Yet, you dance and fadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.