Descent Superb
The Limits Of My Faith
The moment's flat
And we must wait
Standing on a knife-edge
Never late
And I'm aware (And I'm awake)
Of all the seconds,
Separate
I'm not my own
Shot what's left
Shut up tight
Always smiling
'Cause it's right
And I'm aware
That I am fake
Sick of waiting
Sick of fate
I'm not my own
Oh body, carry me, finally,
To the limits of my faith
And rest...
I'm not my own
Oh body, carry me, finally,
To the limits of my faith
And rest...
From Letras Mania