Dropped at the sea, had the waters to subdue I had no choice, I had to stay
Seems like a prime, but decline is what is true Consecutive ends parading in front of my eyes, making me feel numb
Think why you care What is to gain? Such a struggle to endure The sense of rising’s gone
Nothing is fair Fighting in vain Only one thing is for sure At the end we’ll all turn into sand
Feed me with lies I’m rejecting the deceit Far from my sight the light of the day Searching the ground That subsides under my feet A violent constraint is triggering bursts in my mind, How could it heal?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.