Apostle Of Solitude
Confess
Crossroads of solitude Let the fires burn Smashing anything that moves underfoot Telling stories of their bleeding wounds Meaningless words of poetry Butcher poetry Snakes crawl all over the world Ever closer to the light I'll cut off their heads just to see if they die Do you know the pain of life I'll show you all just how to die You'd better run through the night Because the gates to fate are open wide Confusion's wheels spin round and round I'm caught under the wheels Committing this body to the ground I confess
From Letras Mania