7 acessos
This is a poem for the lost and the fallen,
For all gods, sons and devils daughters.
Following the footstep of our fathers,
No one can stop the rain, the raising water.
I am torn into with every thought of you.
You drive me to the brink,
How do i get through this?
So take me back to a time I didn't feel so alone,
Sometimes I get so stressed so please don't tell me that i'ts all in my head.
So ask yourself, can you bottle it inside?
This rage building deep within.
All these words you see me crying out (crying out)
Yet no one seems to listen (seems to listen)
First breath, last breath,
All that matters is to be apart that man you are looking for,
Betrayed.
Confess your sins to me.
I can see you're on the edge,
Slip!
Let me be!