3 acessos
Crystal beliefs held down with nails
Roots are tracked down and carved
Upon red, thin and soft newborn brains
Memories pushed inside
Back on the road of trust again
Many signs that life's a game
No one but him is going to gain
The only true story for me is pain
Come on my predictor
Tell a true story about me
Now that I leave your furry tale
Don't forget my haunted face
In conclusion I speak before the dawn
Here are my morbid visions
Back on the road of trust again
Many signs that life's a game
No one but him is going to gain
The only true story for me is pain...