I don’t know which way is right but I believe once I die I will be alive All around me turns into death wherever I go I stumble in the mess
No control over anything When will all this shit fall in order All the questions I do not understand Or is it me, misreading
How can this be life? Will I pay the price?
I don’t know which way is the right but I believe; once I die I will be alive All around me turns into death wherever I go I stumble in the mess I don’t know which wat is the right but I believe; once I die I will be alive When the moon and stars fall from the sky, will I be alive
Loosing myself to my obsessions I forget what matters the most Putting out all my aggressions Don’t believe this is my confession
How can this be life? Will I pay the price?
They call me sceptic I call them hypocrites The lies run deep, deeper than you think Sceptic, I am
I don’t know which way is the right but I believe; once I die I will be alive All around me turns into death wherever I go I stumble in the mess
I don’t know which way is the right but I believe; I don’t know which way is the right but I believe; once I die I will be aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
