Times are passing by. A torrent sweeping me away, driving me from day to day, getting my things
done. Nothing will remain. Seeking for some constancy, betraying my own honesty. What have I become? Do all these tales just vanish to haze? I’m so afraid of fading away. Throwing my black Javelin through the skies, and it flies with wicked spin, proclaiming our new begin: My Javelin. Shooting my black Javelin through the night, and despite the doubts within, forgetting what has been: my Javelin.
An inner devastation: I need something to rely on. Life needs to be simplified, and better days shall
come. Find trust in isolation, and deal with my mortality, challenging morality, I’m moving on.
Once I felt like dying: Taunted, mocked, and lost alone. I know this is my moment to exclaim: I’m coming home. End up the denying, occupy the silver throne – anything but fading away. Throwing my black Javelin through the skies, and it flies with wicked spin, proclaiming our new begin: My Javelin. Shooting my black Javelin through the night,and despite the doubts within, forgetting what has been: my Javelin. Once I felt like dying: Taunted, mocked, and lost alone. I know this is my moment to exclaim: I’m coming home. End up the denying, occupy the silver throne – anything but fading away. Throwing my black Javelin through the skies, and it flies with wicked spin, proclaiming our new begin: My Javelin. Shooting my black Javelin through the night,and despite the doubts within, forgetting what has been: my Javelin.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
