Can't block the receptors Or who will bleed on those projectors Trails transform into an infra-red blur An image of what's to occur
Taste flames of any hell you claim
Moments so intimate and misfortune guide me Expelling phantoms from fathomless memories
In your heart you know it's real
God bless the gifted
Inquire not what premonitions may mean Open not what hex they bring Those answers may not adorn you You may wonder but the reapers scythe still follows throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
