Please don’t ask me about my condition Please don’t tease me with fake happiness Never wanted being part of a system Never wanted being part of a game
One day I found myself Cryin’ on my graveyard Dressed in order, approved by the mass My own stylist was deep alienation I was dead since the day I was born
I’ll get my chance I’ll take my stance I was falling I was armless I set my soul for fighting
Take your prayers Make them scream Wait for God-reaction Schizophrenia my disease Showed my scars And nothing happened
Meritocracy dreams are forgotten Innocence is corrupt and unspoken I had enough of troubles in my life I search for pace standing on a bridge
I’ll get my chance I’ll take my stance I was falling I was armless I set my soul for fighting
Take your prayers Make them scream Wait for God-reaction Schizophrenia my disease Showed my scars And nothing happened
Take your prayers Make them scream Wait for God-reaction No one hears and no one sees Mind your scars And nothing happened
Sweet Lord I’m calling I need you to speak louder Sweet Lord I’m calling
I beg for your time
Sweet Lord I’ calling No one’s here to save me Sweet Lord I’m still waiting
Take your prayers Make them scream Wait for God-reaction Schizophrenia my disease Showed my scars And nothing happened
Take your prayers Make them scream Wait for God-reaction No one hears and no one sees Mind your scars And nothing happenedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
