A veiled horizon I stumble to and change the train Sing my own praises Don't realize it is insane Nine thin peelings Once so fresh now flaccid skin I try to graze it In vain
Burnt in my skin A cruel sign Of your denial You incised in me Drowned in my sins I realized Your childlike Divinity
Coarse and defaced Sleeps my gently covered grace And my delusions A portrait of my wild goose chase
For alleviation Want animate the wet weeped blaze And can't create it In vainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
