Bleeders (The)
Channeling
A mist like fog in the air surrounds me/ whispers around that you cannot hear.
All thats done shall be beared/whats left undone, shall be repaired.
Although I can't see your face
Your calling out my name
How long I have waited
And I can't even see your face
But you're calling out my name
If its really you then tell me
Why do I feel this way?
A something or someone from beyond/telling me my days are up
A mist like fog surrounds/ whispers around that I cannot hear.
Its left undone and it can't be repaired.
A day I won't have to face. As good as dead and buried.
From Letras Mania