Hybrid Minds
Fade
From a minute to a day, I'm fed with air that's cut, from the voice the of the weak that knows its not enough.From a minute to a day, I stand not far apart, from the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone.Who's that dreamingDreaming no truth.Forgiveness for memory I refuse to know a world.Who's that dreamingDreaming no truth.Between me and myself I can't meet a world.
From Letras Mania