Wherever dreams are better left to die We burn our eyes under salt-colored skies I got a rhyme, but got no reason I can't forget and don't know why
Bloodless, but breathing No hope Bloodless, but breathing No hope now
You take the path that takes away your reason The fog is thick and its so easy now You push your weight, but your brain is sleeping Amass a horde of men to follow down
Bloodless, but breathing No hope Bloodless, but breathing No hope nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
