It's very late, you passing away, leave indiscriminated Echoes were staying - bit, it's funny excuse Choice of salons has never been your strong trump As you have never sought to that choice took place... After you're crossed last boundaries After you've forgotten about wishes of success You've became you're under sentence of death Sinking trap of all unsuffers occurences Ill-will for all what is false So short stage - be forget? No!
Doomed to rudeness To unpractical mind of adaptation To noble ideas To unpractical mind of adaptation
Of only specious way Compessions, threats, suggestions From another side - hate You cannot bank on understanding Nobody knows for what you pay Lapse - there's no drug to reject Drugs have no other price Within world of your own madness You'll die killed by unpractical mind As a matter of fact you're sentenced to nothing It means you can always try but you have to want There're excusable mistakes, understanding for all around Maybe not only for handfull... And now you can see in your shining reflection Of time certainly - mand without own face Don't blaspheme, didn't want to pay that price? Remembrance - crypts of childhood memories Only they're madness, warning Now think you're selfish person Do you belong to sorrounded world?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
