world But everything is dark Winter shade gentle breeze This is the last The last movement The night is falling To the velvet ground This is the last The last reflection
forgotten world But everything is dark Winter shade gentle breeze This is the last The last movement The night is falling To the velvet ground This is the last The last reflection
Can see I'm grievin', I try and hide it But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty When inside, I'm dying, I am finally realizing I need
us - The drowning, while shrieks beyond the centuries Pierced our souls to the edge of death The sun became our most dreadful enemy Our bodies burning, still never dying Wishing
, resist, exaggerated authority Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories and I'd be really wanting to know- how they treat internal bleeding when they're dying
cramp until you get a cramp *In A Rhyme Ticke ticke talking around my head voices everywhere covering my ears and hope they will vanish in the air Some precious moments hoping they will last
us all. Riding trought the forest as we heard our freedom call. Raising our fists to heaven swearing it could not be. And unconfirmed destiny dying without
see I'm grievin', I try and hide it, But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty, When inside, I'm dying, I am finally realizing I need help
denies that conventions never last. They rise and fall like the tides that crash the shore. Closed mind; ignore that which you don? wish to see cease
mind denies that conventions never last. They rise and fall like the tides that crash the shore. Closed mind; ignore that which you don? wish to see cease
Can see I'm grievin', I try and hide it, But I can't, why do I act like I'm all high and mighty, When inside, I'm dying, I am finally realizing I need
