I was walking on this symphony A journey that has brought me home From its window I witness a ceremony It's the house of the mind No door nor exit to enter while standing Only a gruesome trespassing A trustful fall seems like a collapse with no end A trustful fall My scars are wounds on the mend My scars are alive and on the mend I knew it in spite of everything All of my voices are gone Silence has given way to the tickling of bones It's the house of repetition No door nor exit to enter while standing Constantly dragged into being A trustful fall seems like a collapse with no end A trustful fall My scars are wounds on the mend My scars are alive and on the mend My scars are on wounds the mend Alone in this place I am shown the denial of deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
