Wastelands and dead houses
Big empty windows
Nothing around the corner
Nothing but dead eyes
Sleepwalkers and their fake smiles
The air is oppressing
The sounds are depressing
Fetters are growing too heavy
Skin is getting too rough
Wind is too strong to keep the light
To protect the spark which lives inside
Though I will grow immune
To all of winds and waves
All diseases of today
Despair is beast I'll **** with blade
And I'll hunt down them pain and hate
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Wastelands and dead houses
Big empty windows
Nothing around the corner
Nothing but dead eyes
Sleepwalkers and their fake smiles
The air is oppressing
The sounds are depressing
Fetters are growing too heavy
Skin is getting too rough
Wind is too strong to keep the light
To protect the spark which lives inside
Though I will grow immune
To all of winds and waves
All diseases of today
Despair is beast I'll **** with blade
And I'll hunt down them pain and hate
