Face the winds of the world The guilt clings to your back What you don't see Is the future's decay
Lonesome, I'm tranquil and dying The color of my flesh is fading The last light in my eyes vanish Color blind to the beauty around me Prone and vulnerable To the autumn disease Losing form within myself I'm falling beneath and suffering
Sewers flood with dying tears Eternally forgotten below the surface The river's flowing violently Die in my arms Here, you'll be safe No one will see your sin
Forgive me if I should Briefly turn away For I cannot bear the sight Of everything that meant something to me Decaying in the moon light
Whatever was meant to be Means absolutely nothing now I hate my self and the bastard inside And all these memories That tear my insides apart Will keep me from myself From myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
