Walls bleed, pictures bend their fractured frames Features on canvas torn Burning mirror breaking down to sand Free from jails of form
The black water future I see So hard to drain The small child in everyone is forced to bleed To live life again
The light ever closer we believe Is only a place for grief
Every life's so small We call it precious And every soul is so loved Above
Days glide through a skin of open pores Stretched on bended frames Years long on sanded banks around your shores Counting every grain
Words form poisoned worlds I never see So hard to hear Ring the bell of truth in every dream No life, no fear
Every night brings disasters to our rooms A lifetime inside youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
