Free to decide What rights are wrong Feel one, feel endless You'll traverse
A chill that shelters my mind A sudden rush None left to doubt again I don't feel that love anymore While floating through A neon colored world
Free to decide What rights are wrong Feel one, feel endless You'll traverse Inside
All walls climb towards the center
Voice, calling on the name It's just a cold grave All along it seems that we were astral Walls climbing in the east The womb that shapes us here The design is only natural
And this time I see You were all so mundane We'll match the colors Of its dull and broken wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
