I watched you look through me, I've seen this all before, And I've watched with whom you speak, But I hide so you don't know that. And I even watch you sleep, It's become to me a bore, As I rise triumphantly I take what's left and run...
Can it be its grown old? Inside of me no control, The past has been to me cold, But now you're here with me
As I sit and watch you bleed, I give thought to those you knew and It then occurs to me that this happened before
Can it be you're so cold? I haven't been in control, I have released my black soul, And that's why you're here with me
I now condemn this body I now must reap what I have sown I can't bare the thought of heaving earth... Anymore.
Can it be you're now home? Can it be you're disowned? Can you be cold like stone? And now you're here overgrownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
