This is the work of the cruelest beast on earth This is the work of our own hands Repent of horrors to which we used to close our eyes, used to deny Now her figure, it scares me Her wide eyes, they blame me I'm caught in the very act
Don't dare to look away You see the look in her face? Carved in your brains, this look will distort your dreqams
One can tell, she must be cold with her slash wounds to the bone Where once a shining light is now the dark inside her very soul Well I am sure, she's cold
Cold shivers as I step into a grotesque world I confess, I am as helpless as frightened sheep Like a sheep to the slaughter Blood splatter on the walls Far too late to animate her will to survive What could I do when her figure's unmoving Her wide eyes will haunt me and I have nowhere to run
Nowhere to run I'm caught in the act Rise from the cold concrete Rise
One can tell, she must be cold with her slash wounds to the bone Where once a shining light is now the dark inside her very soul Well I am sure, she's coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
