Doubting Trying Not to look at the face of the man who is dying To look for the face of the man who is lying The amber gambler is low and loaded His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul I hear the cries My body lies in sanctuary The long way home I cannot seek He knows the pain its special place I know its look I know your face
Utsukushi kiga kono me wo hatsugusu Bright whites the killing kind Tsumi ni yori batsu wa ai sare Two blacks don't make a white Kono gekijou sute sarareru unmei The broker of my broken dreams Me ni utsuru kono yo wa jigoku to iu My cell is my sanctuary
White silver draws black lies Bright whites the killing kind Two wrongs don't make a right Two blacks don't make a white Devotion isn't what it seems The broker of my broken dreams Hell is all that I see My cell is my sanctuary
There's a black space where my soul should be A gaping wound where my heart could be I feel so low I feel like Christ I see my head is turning white The knuckles twisted raw and I'm so empty And there's no respite You prey together on the small Hell-vision shows it every night The amber gambler is low and loaded His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul I hear the cries My body lies in sanctuary The long way home I cannot seek He knows the pain its special place And I know your faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
