11 acessos
Does blood ever spill
Of those who took the final race ?
Why do I say these words ?
These feelings are besides my own
Living, giving, striking
Dying to do our best
A dead will burned to misery
As infinity consumes the Mind
Drown...
Infernal blindness salutes with rotten lips
Possessive imagination
Retarded remains cremation
Fear falls to human forms
Down where feelings lie apart
One space following another
And I... Why did I hurt?
Burning...
Burning...
Does blood ever spill
Of those who took the final race ?
Why do I say these words ?
These feelings are besides my own
Living, giving, striking
Dying to do our best
A dead will burned to misery
As infinity consumes the Mind