Broken mirror on the wall, you give no reflection of me at all Your wicked ways I won't understand, intoxicating weaker men Rusting scissors in the drawer pull me closer to a life no more Why am I so confused, unimpressed and unamused?
No, something's not right. Open your arms to the sky. Focus the light It's a combination of numbers, oh and a set of missing keys I've been painting pictures but the colors disagree And bad things come in threes
The wind is blowing I am falling through a hurricane as buildings tear up from the ground No way of knowing where I'm going, circulating through the wildest night Given to the sudden urges for more Something's not right. Open your arms to the sky. Focus the light I've been, I've been painting pictures I can't, I just can't taste of freedom I've been, I've been painting pictures Stuck in a room full of voices, with nobody to be seen I can sense the danger as the colors now agree And the picture is obscene
The wind is blowing I am falling through a hurricane as buildings tear up from the ground
I can't, I just can't taste of freedom I've been, I've been painting pictures Tempted and enticed, I neglected Eden You know that I can’t, I just can’t (can’t) taste the freedom
Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery Total division, given destruction, synergy Double the vision now Give me devotion, total remission, remedy Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery Total division, given destruction, synergy Give me devotion now Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery Total division, given destruction, synergy Double the vision, how?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
