Torn Lyrics Feelings non existent Loss of a tortured soul So cold and fearful Unnoticed and unaclaimed Left as one alone On this endless road To bear
up high. Just a mask to hide the tears behind. Only waiting to die. [x2] As they sit by and watch. Another dead existance. Dreams torn apart. As the
Prevod: Poison The Well. Torn.
out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart A poison heart A poison heart A poison heart A poison heart A poison heart A poison heart A poison
? The victim who became part of the game? We deal in murder for money, sex and fame The question remains the same, who's to blame? Yo, my heart's torn
to my high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need being born, horns and wings, Torn between good, and doing very bad things. We the underground
holes where spirits hide It's a never ending battle for a peace that's always torn "Come in", she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm" Well, the
Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God I think not, serpent
Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god I think not serpent
fire by the darkened plains Deserted and dead it declares its place By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island In a black, poisonous
power of the media makes it so difficult To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted
Well, I thought it would be A one night stand I could have lived with that But now it seems to me I'm just a fly that is caught in your net The things
And the role of attacker and survivor become distorted So the majority of rapes are never reported The threat of rape is always there It's like a poison
vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who hail to grim gods. ALTARUS: Look well
the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who hail to grim gods. [ALTARUS:] Look well
to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow- crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who hail to grim gods. ALTARUS: Look well
on those who imprison me In the East, the location was well-hidden My corpse was torn, rotted, bullet-ridden There's still an after tast from the poison
