Gone Is the early blossom Along with all those springs That you have missed And noone will ever pay For your pain All needlessly taken Force yourself to shut your eyes Let it grow inside Rip its way out Hate A loathsome heritage Poor man’s delight
Ensorcelled by visionary horizons You rush for and almost kiss the sky Surrounded by glaring sober light We just stand there wordless And witness your fall
Fall into the depths of guilt Bare the immense horror of the unknown Plunge into the see of conscience Where no man stands tall Will you ever reach its shores
Gone Are the early years Along with all those dreams That have kept you alive And noone will ever pay For your pain All that you took for its intense thrive Force yourself to shut your eyes Let it grow inside Rip its way out Hate A loathsome heritage An unbearable burden The venomous seed
Poor man’s delightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
