0
Remorse - Front Line Assembly
0 0
Remorse - Front Line Assembly
"The killer drove an ingot into each of his own eyes, then cut off his head"
Captivated
In their hearts and souls
The fear and desire
Just won't let go
Naive as it seems
We all want control
You're paralysed
When panic sets in
Quietly you drown
In your sleep
We once had a passion
It all seemed so right
So young and so eager
No end in sight
But now we are prisoners
In our own hearts
Nothing seems real
It's all torn apart
No-one knows
Where to draw the line
Accusations
A pledge of mine
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?