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This is the song I sung
To the boy within, the smoking gun
Impair the eyes, to break the ice, blind to sacrifice
Habit, streams, in foreign dreams
The older me has fled
You alone, find vision, in my head
The ghost'll Reign me in
Far from the past, the skeletons
The truth don't pain me as it should
Sew the seam
That keeps me up at night
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
Disguise the conscious brain from recklessness and careless tactics
My bones don't ache me like the age I thought them artifacts
Just the memoirs of a child left there to speak
It seems the sacrifice, is simplified, devouring the meek
The ghost'll Reign me in
Far from the past, the skeletons
The truth don't pain me as it should
Sew the seams
That keep me up at night
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
People die, people grow
People misunderstand
The condition, the brutality of man
The cause of concern is not one of fate
But the misunderstanding that we all jumped the gate
Misery, led the road on ahead
Well the crowning jewel, sits patiently on the stead of death
Who's to blame, for the sacrificial game
Of leaving all the memories in the wake
Mmm, I want to be revived
From the mask, of the guise
That comforted the mind
Some semblance of life
Semblance of life
Habit, streams, in foreign dreams
The otherer me has fled
You alone, find vision, in my head