Dreams like daydreaming, like secluding yourself Dreams of something called native home Full of bliss and full of wealth Wherever this takes me and wherever this may end Soon it breaks me cause it keeps nothing to understand A witless process, fading like bad memories... Around they focus On something they would call it peace After these atrocities...
Shadow of integrity is wandering Through these fields of death Fighting fire with a fire gun Like taking your last breath
Nothing left inside, my mind so blown away What asking God within this chaos Don't dare guessing what he would say? But still obeying, aborting rationality
Around they're praying For something they will call it peace After these atrocities
Shadow of integrity is wandering Through these fields of death Fighting fire with a fire gun Like taking your last breath Fighting fire with a fire gun Like taking your last breath...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
