The greys - a gradient to black The fading sun falls through the cracks It's the last time you'll see the day Crawl inside and slip away
Memories color a past left behind These short days, I lose my concept of time
Memories color a past left behind These short days, I lose my concept of time
The chill moves from your spine to your mind...
And December comes again The neurosis fills my head Blackened thoughts I can't escape And I start to question fate
Why do I question who I am? Why does my mind create demands? I fight to stay upon the path Make anguish something of the past
I question all my actions ...and ponder the reactions
I will not let the voices Take over all my choices
I will not let the voices Take over all my choices
The chill moves from your spine to your mind... Day turns black
And December comes again The neurosis fills my head Blackened thoughts I can't escape And I start to question fateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
