Swarms of moth Feeding on dead skin Shed from a foul god Contemplating within
Spiders spinning their web On the worn down mirror Casting the reflection Of his crumbled posture
The rotten ego Spreading its moisture Across the walls Of its own hell
The clock ticks away My empty life The shell grows thick Around my mind Endless solitude Blinding my sight And still I'll be waiting
Slowly dying inside Fire dims in my soul Those eyes still see the light The light I'm waiting forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
