Can that be all there is, nothing more, No sign of life on this empty stage... Is this all that's left The ruins of a passing parade With nothing left inside Not even a memory This must be a crime A massacre of the heart and mind..... When the game of life is played You should have known That the rule book was kept in a closet Did you have to look And did you think that a drug could unlock it Now what's left inside Not even a memory This must be a crime A massacre of the heart and mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
