What is this pain That we wear An undisguised Cloak of despair
That sinks deep within our soul A mountain so fierce That swallows us whole An endless peak Lost amongst the clouds Seeking for forgiveness Never to be found
As it brings us down and burns us Let the bloodied knife sink into our eyes It lingers in our blood and turns us As servants of suffering we now rise We now rise…
These maniacal chains That surround our fate A desolate path That we create
Leaving our footprints on what we’ve left behind Lost beneath the folds of time Hidden curiosities we walk blindly toward Full of fear like a sharpened sword Cutting our weakness of flesh Cutting deep to the truth of our soul
These maniacal chains That surround our fate A desolate path That we create
These maniacal chains That surround our fate A desolate path That we create
I cannot hold back the fear My mind a book loosing page by page Rage so ripe yet so not right Alone in this wilderness, a barren cage
What conclusion will it take To push me to the other side To let me be free, free of mistakes That I can no longer hide
What is this pain That we wear An undisguised Cloak of despair
As it brings us down and burns us Let the bloodied knife sink into our eyes It lingers in our blood and turns us As servants of suffering we now rise As servants of suffering we now riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.