The lies disrupt the gentel waters The tides increase violently It crys in mournfully And from dirt grass wont grow Seeds planted shall wilt and pass The blood congeals underground Seeds planted shall wilt and pass Death becomes a familiar face Grace me with your prescence Now your family lives feeling empty I Drink to write further good times Rinse your frail body from the fountain Falling apart far from sight I spread into the air I'm shook with grief Never letting it get to me I tremble as if shock Has now come over me A selfish song I singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
