3 acessos
Museum Of Idols
We search behind the flesh and bone
But why don't we let them go
Twisted belief
The color cleans your tears
The smell has been deadly spread
Just don't care, go ahead
I can read reflection in your eyes
Just a world created in our mind
We want more than we can stand
To taste the rhythm of the age
Wicked servants beg our hope
As we're losing a piece of our mind
This world weakened you can't feel inside
In your troubled eyes
I can read...
Where a smile is everything
And pain never ends
We search behind...
Twisted belief
The color cleans your tears
This world weakened you can't feel inside
In your troubled eyes
I ca read...
You walk looking through the glass
At all those who had their downfall
The faces staring stiff
But your mind is free.