Dark figures are twisting in the distance Are they real or in my twilight zone? I hate this face, a part of this vision From the dark half of my brain I try to concentrate my mind But an inner voice whispers my name I live in my unending nightmares Wakeful and alone with my fears
Compassion is their kind of sympathy "Just call me and I'll be there!" People I would like to trust Are just feeding me with fuckin' hopes
Like preached directions This voice in my brain A whisper turns into reality I ask myself : "Am I insane?"
"You have got to obey!" This voice will crack my mind Trying to get me under control My will must defeat his force A succession of psychotherapies Try to pierce in this secrecy But it's just a thing of my own My turn to win this game
Dark figures are twisting in the distance Are they real or in my twilight zone? I hate this face, a part of this vision From the dark half of my brain I try to concentrate my mind But an inner voice whispers my name I live in my unending nightmares Wakeful and alone with my fears
Like preached directions No voices in my head Mysterious whispers so unreal A new Beginning insteadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
