I thought life would be a brilliant comedy I never knew that it was to be a great catastrophe I never knew it'd be a repellant tragedy
I thought life would be a brilliant comedy Full of figures of pleasantry, around me Are not scenes from an eloquent journey But a deviant form of a most baleful custody
Tired eyes, Wailing mind
An odd sense of anger An odd sense of lunacy Abide I never knew that it was to be I never knew...
Textures form My trails glow
Damnable restraint I will pluck you out of my way Trail, my trail, misplaced. all led astray I'll light my inner kindle
Thoughts appear. ever wrestle In the rain, in the sound I never chase them away
Stripped of the mask of joy Vile rows of silent days, narrowed will Stillness engraved in memories Thawed by trails ablazed by light
I'll wipe my tired eyes Silence my wailing mind I will mark my trail I'll shout my words, in endless space I will make up For silent days, for baleful days
I will earn my restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
