Fading away Becoming a dream That never meant to come true That no one can undo
Art lost in darkness Just scars on fingertips Another to be a legend after death
Life without a purpose But still so close to be Just reach out for the brush and make believe A gift that was once cherished Is taken back away Now stuck with only pictures in his head
Frames are now building prison He can feel their grip Stumbling upon and feeling tragedy and fear
The brush is hand only trust in the sense Line by line he is drawing life away Something so unreal, something no one sees Pictures that infest in people fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
