I have no illusion For all these massive mess Behold my empty illness Between the face of death There are still illusions With all my secret stars Between the live and I No future, many scars I went quick to zero And lost the turning tide I selfish cross the edge Falling the empty lights With telling you the illnes And all the creeping line Tell you the self division And all the secret stars
With all the comfort With all the tears Blood lies on the fields We gonna burn we gonna seed Blood lies on the fields Break passion into the power Blood lies on the fields Break passion we gonna seed Burn fire break delay
By our one illusion Time in emptiness Time with my religion Turning for an easy way Try with bad delight Way with bad delight Lone in darkest night Listen for the turning lights
In decision Of the power In the night of decision Leave devine Deep relics of divideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
