Lone Lonely faces, hasty treads Inside the bubble of own nightmares A horror of existance Is choked and covered with opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashes
Wailing colours I'll paint them black I'll try, but it's hard to break the frontier Between sleep and dream Without the usage of opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashes
Lonely face, hasty tread I wish I would blossom at night My own flesh, miss the sun, painted black, But at least, it's not covered with opiate Of the masses The house of God burned to ashesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.