: We walked through this world. Who controls your life here? Your life in the controlling hands of a being no one knows. Where is your life now? Not
: Three cars in front of the door. Big house and a limousine. They don't care They don't share They're fucking selfish I don't eat I don't sleep Because
: Men in grey coats. Everywhere my eyes can see. They Wander Enjoying the authority. In the classroom, people are taken. She with the yellow star, will
: It is winter The wind is picking up Newspapers raze through the streets like kites It is winter Newspapers raze It is winter, winter The tin cans
: Scared, creating fear, the best way to gain the people's trust. Lies, telling shit, the same old trick used before. Misleading, going on, exactly like
: Just a little, little bit of war. A little little undeserved, I feel the disgrace. Here I behold the fear inside us we can't stop the time. So unprepared
: Another Day Begins, awoken by black aurora, calling me to wait until darkness cloaked my eyes. Darkness cloaked my eyes. Standing at the edge of no
: (Instrumental)
: An army of white keys Guided by a black one Will play the notes In your eyes A three-act tragedy Artistic revenge For your mistake A sweet
: Broken glasses On the window sill A cut string Poison on red lips You ask me one more kiss You ask me to die for you A knife to your throat
: I?ve been down in the abyss for too long on a nineteenth century armchair to think the abstract. I left my shape on it, but no image. Tears cold
: A night gathering Of a wizard and a witch Who know how to let rose petals fly in the air At every movements of the hands An endless dance Changing
: What you see is just myself Every shiny memory is gone by trees lose their flowers as I lose Everyday a part of my hope under a sky that lights
: You don't know what I am you like to give me a bad reputation My only question is about your sincerity you like to disarm my figure to put yourself
: In this ocean of many thousand faces. I' don't meet the one That is too familiar to me Another day is gone by and I'm sick of waiting the command
: You're showing all your virtues shiny symbols of purity steady hands for shooting but shaking words to talk to me your concept of good Is merely
: yeah homes wazzap gonna tell youz bout bob never hurt no one got head blown off now hes dead yeah
