8 acessos
Lost in forest, I live to change my - life
I think about it, if I face or flee this - fight
Fear or glory, what's these feelings is - mine
Killing my soul, the animals screaming to me
Your sharp claws are wanting fresh meat - by my side
People are dying, your hands are tide!
While you smile
People are crying and losing your sight!
Your tears don't dry
Guns with bullet are hurled and loose in the - air
Ready to shoot it against our own bare faces - there
The main suspect are us for creating this world lives's - fair
Killing my soul, the animals screaming to me
Your sharp claws are wanting fresh meat - by my side
People are dying, your hands are tide!
While you smile
People are crying and losing your sight!
Your tears don't dry