Moderat
Doom Hype
Narrow line that parts our ways
If you could, you would do it all again
I've lost faith while others gained
And what they asked, was it more or just the same?
Help me god they send to say
Help doing what- as they bowed their hands to pray
(Oh) Help me god they send to say
Why should I give, if it's never gonna pay
At the table of those granted
Where bitter hearts crash hard with sorrow
This is the lament of the gentry
Their hands are clean but thoughts are sorrow
Switching off this film today
And Rewind
Switching off this film today
And Rewind
It's where I headed
And never left
Where I was seat
And never rest
From Letras Mania