There's something very odd within this dream Disturbing echoes irritate my ears I had forgotten what I have to be My mind seems paralyzed like I'm forced to sleep I cannot figure out what the fuck is wrong Only got this strange anxiety... In my head Unpleasant voices... (Kill yourself! Kill yourself!) What if life is a kind of a dream? (Do it! Do it now!) And the death is a key... Right now I'm asleep
I wander alone among the walking dead, they seem unaware Still hide themselves behind the shields of their own despair Shit happens sometimes, you have to lose to make things right 'Cause everything is falling apart to plant the seed of doubt A will to liberate... Still in my head Unpleasant voices... (Kill yourself! Kill yourself!) What if life is a kind of a dream? (Do it! Do it now!) And the death is a key... BY DYING I'LL AWAKE!
We may seem like statues carved in stone With a transparent shells looking smooth and hard Yet, if you hit the right point there's nothing else than sharp pieces of a fucking broken glass It emerges out of the chrysalis and sheds the old skin inside the cocoon Then undergoes into its final form and spread its wings... For absolution!
Escape this maze. Release those chains. Witness the pain. Explore the emptiness. Find the cure and break the glass. To solve the cube, think outside the box...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
