Lying alone in this cold and quiet room I can hear their whispers now I can sense it: A turn is coming on Lying alone in this cold and quiet room The door is silently opening I can sense it: A turn is coming on Wincing faces, racked by pain They come to me as I fall asleep Climbing the stairs, to hide is vain They will get me in this night so deep Exhausted veins Bloody drugs every day Their needles in my brain They gave me one more jab supposed to relieve all that pain I tried to get away To escape from that place But my own legs betray me leaving body on that bed Wincing faces, in front of me They've come to me and I don't dare To give that fight for eternity It's just a never-ending nightmareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
