The sinners and the saints have their guns and they will fighting. We are the dead city's slaves. We are the pawns in this game. I'd be fucking committing three crime. Hate and despair painted motherfucking gray.
This entire worlds and dead followers are useless pigs. Release the guilt, Cleanse yourself. Cleanse yourself. Release the guilt, Repent! Repent! Repent!
Dissimulation and hypocrisy. Heartless, this fucking world is so heartless to me. This is my letter to you that never wrote to me. I'm just a black owl, but I've got a little place in me. A dead sheep, but I've still got some past in me. The street light is the only light that ever shine. I am a gear in the machine. The light lights up my rusted brain.
I am the reverse of Christ, I am horrible, I am the worst advice.
I squeeze coal in my hand and then it converts to ice. My whole world is cold blooded it's a serpent's life. I was fighting in the space with a Persian knife. I am nothing more than pawns on the front lines.
The trigger you pull and the sounds you break. Lead you to the temple door, the path is dark.
Just close my eyes. And I dreamed of running away from fear. There's no way to grab away bright lights.
Just close my eyes. And I dreamed of running away from fear. There's no way to grab away bright lights.
The sinners and the saints have their guns and they will fighting . We are the dead city's slaves. We are the pawns in this game.
You are nothing more than pawns on the front lines. The trigger you pull and the sounds you break. Lead you to the temple door, the path is dark. Your soul will forever be at my back.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
