Prelude to disorder Loosing the sense of time A fatal interruption in continuity The guilt, a subtle addiction An endless river that falls into nowhere Hoping for better days to come To replace the years of woe A higher sense to fear Turns us to someone we are not The arms of destiny fondling me Caressing but then choking A cold touch of thousands hands around my neck Waiting for my final breath Misshaper illusion Like a mirror that always fakes The pain that time does not heal The worst nightmare from which you’ll never wake This is surely an omen of doom We all try to comprehend The deepest fears of life and death But we always fail in this game You believe in eternity When tomorrow is uncertain A false idol you follow Welcome to cold reality I don’t know reasons All the questions unanswered Only sorrow and despair remain The bells toll, this ain’t worth a tear The doors begin to close and we all disappearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
