One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here Trapped deep inside this white beast We are it's hands we are it's blood We are it's hands we are it's blood
Cold streets are what we follow Lined with torn apart souls Dark hearts are being hidden To be found on our way home
Speak now or forever hold your peace Speak now or forever hold your peace A companionship broken for greed A companionship broken for green
Secret agendas, rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs Behind the backs of the ones you loved
You could have been there till the end You could have been there till the end The bitter end, the bitter end
When you said that it was go time Well you should have, should have listened It's your time to go, it's your time to go A companionship broken for greed A companionship broken for greenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
