What are these dark and wicked things you always show me?
Cutting deep inside the blind part of my overloaded mind.
Spinning on to become a gentle yet a foul and elusive thought.
I create, but I cannot decipher that what's in my head.
I hide.
I see we have a fight once more, how they never pass me by.
It's unbelievable how they always arrive on time.
Tranquillize me with aggressive drugs, yet awake I see they never left my
sleeping head.
I'm running out of time, were running out of time.
I'm running out of time, were running out of time.
I have lost my sense on a bitter day,
Yet I lay my trust in your bleeding hands.
Hoping that my faith will never die.
Were running out of time.
1 | Hollow World |
2 | Frailty Thy Name Is Woman |
3 | 18 Carat Dust |
4 | We Are Darker |
5 | Your Roses Will Burn |
6 | We Pass Our Bridal Days |
7 | Avec Toi |
8 | Garland |
9 | Monument |
10 | Dark Moon Generation |