Eventide
Conscience Exhaled
From chaos it came like desires in lack of shame Leave your mark ...ever stained! Of empty excistence -
an empty soul O of empty living -
a dead mans' role Inhale despair shining with its pain Exhale that conscience And let the demons of your soul take control A tantrum appears energized by my needs Encroaching my sanity as my passion tears me Oh, destructive friend deflate me and let me descend I indulge for thee.. and for what you give me.. Of empty excistence -
an empty soul Of empty living -
a dead mans' role
From Letras Mania