Look at this madman. He only stays confined within his grim manor, hiding from the day.
Some reject the golden look. This one sees all in black, so he pulls up gems of lights from others' souls And he rekindles the flame of his life. But this is never enough.
"I want to enjoy the sun that enters my home And springs new senses... I want to, I want to, I want to..."
How does he expect to get over the moon by throwing us to the abyss of hell?
He keeps on swallowing these glims of hope. He wanders in his memory like in a maze. A window's open on the brambles of his past. He's willing to exist.
"I want to enjoy the sun that enters my home And springs new senses... I want to, I want to... I want to smile over the laugh of a child."
He is haunted. Shadows are drawing The candle that fell, the books it burnt, the curtain he torn apart, His family's flesh on fire, and his own hand pushing it.
And he is consuming, consuming, willing to grow, to progress. So much that the gems burnt his body down.
"I want to enjoy the sun that enters my home And springs new senses... I want to, I want to... I want to stop wanting to erase my past."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
