The wrinkles on your face
Revealing destruction
The eyes seem to wish something
But there is no action
You can be sure that...
For every move you make
All you can get is deep (sorrow)
For every rule you break
All you can reach is deep sorrow
Until tomorrow...risen!
You awake up confused
Your body is changing
And it’s hard to believe it
Nobody is complaining
You can be sure that...
For every move you make
All you can get is deep...
For every balance you shake
All you can reach is deep sorrow
Until tomorrow...risen!
terça-feira, 27 de março de 2007
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