2 acessos
Through all of the change all stays the same
Monotonous patterns create the waves which take over shore
Leaving you lie in the wake
Through all of the change all stays the same
Your request for higher ground is everlasting
We dwell in the flatlands moving about as nomads
Higher ground is only found within
This arrives to no surprise
Still the night hears the cries
Of a man with a wounded passion
If this is what I seek
I shall seek no longer
The truth is wretched
The devil in disguise
Will I watch you die
If this is what I seek
Then I seek no longer
The truth is wretched
A devil in disguise
Will I watch you die
Will I watch you die
A devil in disguise
Still the night hears the cries
Of a man with a wounded passion
We dwell in the flatlands moving about as nomads
Higher ground is only found within
This arrives to no surprise
Still the night hears the cries
Failure is a lie