This is the story of a little boy Hidding in the shadows like a hollow Looking for someone to help him But solitude is the only thing he finds
Again desperate and alone Searching for the light behind the grey sky Cold and pale becomes his skin But the only word he knows: solitude Like he had a choice Left unfinished and stocked in a room The black cold and deadly wind Is the only friend he's got
Stuck in a room without windows Asking the sun to warm my skin Searching for someone to enlighten my hell Can I hear someone in this blind world Asking them to wash my sins Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
He try's again and again asking why Like he hade a choice A dead heart and a toy as friends Day after day he became a ghost A broken soul like he had a choice But everything has an end And after that everyone will remember
Stuck in a room without windows Asking the sun to warm my skin Searching for someone to enlighten my hell Can I hear someone in this blind world Asking them to wash my sins Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude.
Stuck in a room without windows Asking the sun to warm my skin Searching for someone to enlighten my hell Can I hear someone in this blind world Asking them to wash my sins Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Stuck in a room without windows Asking the sun to warm my skin Searching for someone to enlighten my hell Can I hear someone in this blind world Asking them to wash my sins Searching for someone to enlighten my hell
Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude Lethal injection of solitude.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
