Gone is the sun, eclipsed In the sky, Where will I run when it's time to hide
Left barren from the loss of the seed of existence
As we know it declines in the shadow of The moon I recede, recede to the dark side
On the outskirts of my soul, I just hope I can make it
Back and land on some, some sort of plain And resurrect the balance before I travel
The layers are slowly stripped away by celestial Heavens and all is glorious
It doesn't seem real that a little act of nature Can make everything descend from a peak of bliss
Like a roller coaster ride through the bowels infested With a parasite feeding off your soul Feeding off your will, he desecrates
Till you resemble a bitter shell of a man Fasting in contempt till you resemble a bitter shell of a man Fasting in contempt of yourself
Climb back into the womb and start a new Back into the womb and start a newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
