It seems fair to me to bring it down where the wicked lay. This son of ancient tortures breathes in light, white and displayed. Oh no, but tell me this: "Why beat your chest until it bleeds? And is there anyone left now who could possibly say what they mean?"
So what say you? We'll die if we're waiting for what we're waiting for. So do you sail for comfort or truth? Tell me why, I can't see.
Oh what a terrible place to which we've come, here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones. What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me. Oh what a terrible time we've found in here, west of the rose and the snow the villain fears. We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.
Wandering forever, to be silent all is torture. But it's all I've got to meet you there. Only what they've left behind is call to be in the soul that they shared.
So what say you? We'll die if we're waiting for what we're waiting for. So do you sail for comfort or truth? Tell me why, I can't see.
Oh what a terrible place to which we've come, here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones. What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me. Oh what a terrible time we've found in here, west of the rose and the snow the villain fears. We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.
I'll come back to you, keep hope. Keep hope aloft and I'll come back to you.
Oh what a terrible place to which we've come, here with an ending reserved for the lucky ones. What's left is disjointed, collapsed, uncontrollable, and walking away from me. Oh what a terrible time we've found in here, west of the rose and the snow the villain fears. We'll be the dreamers, the death of them, sad to be walking away from you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
