I'll be the one last breath before this death I'll be the final glimpse of truth when there's none left And if I shame your face, degrade your faith I
Behind the eyes of my compassion lies a suffering soul In my blood, a bitter darkness slowly taking it's toll I feel the death of our connection and the
You're not a saint, you're a thief You can't deny, deny It's all a ploy underneath All I've seen (You better learn to keep your face under the dark)
In the never ending circle where the powerless meet Grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat In the face of every coward lies the blindest
guilt There's nothin' inside, my innocence died And now the emptiness grows It's bringin' me down and takin' my crown I've seen where everything's dark
As I clear my mind enough to see Decaying pieces of my being that have fallen on me I find the one clean cut that has given the wrath Beneath the deep
I play dead again, it just might stop before the end if I pretend You may not see the pain I'm in so close to me Can't tell what I'm supposed to be, don
It's buried deep within the past and I hope it doesn't last (It's something I already chase, I already chase) I try to give it all away but it's never
I suffocate, reality is tearing my life away All in vain, I'm taking my pride into the grave What a fine line we walk with our eyes closed Giving our
Where is the inception of digression in a human life? When is the answer just a bright light? Who am I in shamelessly defining all the wrong and right
You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge, I was already right I know a voice like yours
This is not my life This is not our life Every day I die This is not my life I'll be the one last breath before this death I'll be the final glimpse
Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown you're just a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle For the appreciation you'll never win Behold the
Words of high cost (You spit a curse at my name) When thoughts of hate cross (I can't devour your blame) This is your choice (This is your hammer to
Перевод: Demon Hunter. Летний Of Darkness.
: You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point While you were busy building knowledge I was already right I know a voice like yours
: Fall into the flood of your awakening Drown. You're a trace of what I used to be Waging the battle for the appreciation you'll never win Behold the
