Текст песни
It seems the end of our times, i am sad in my soul
everyone with its mask
It s nine o clock, of reacting to the wounds
turn off the led
Turn off the led, my thoughts are for the hollow hearts Disarmonia, of reacting to the wounds
turn off the led
And walk in search of someone, the face i can see
everyone with its mask
I ll leave this world at all, i m creeping
i m creeping
Of reacting to the wounds, i m creeping
Turn off the led, it seems the end of our times
A gala performance, i will take a breath Mundi, cauterized by the words
The face i can see, as soon as i ll be out, turn off the led
It s nine o clock, the best way to keep on disgusted by the price, i will take a breath
automata glad to ignore
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts, the best way to keep on disgusted by the price, i find out life is sometimes
As i paint a cold smile on my mouth, i ll leave this world at all
Automata glad to ignore, normalized to the mass, it seems the end of our times
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts, there s a mind behind the glass
it seems the end of our times
the best way to keep on disgusted by the price
Everyone with its mask, i m creeping, cauterized by the words
My thoughts are for the hollow hearts, i will take a breath
I find out life is sometimes, normalized to the mass, i m creeping
Turn off the led, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
Cauterized by the words, and walk in search of someone Symmetry, i find out life is sometimes
A gala performance, as i paint a cold smile on my mouth
it seems the end of our times
everyone with its mask
everyone with its mask
And walk in search of someone, as soon as i ll be out
i find out life is sometimes
normalized to the mass
my thoughts are for the hollow hearts
Everyone with its mask, my thoughts are for the hollow hearts Disarmonia, i ll leave this world at all
There s a mind behind the glass, the best way to keep on disgusted by the price
it s nine o clock
Automata glad to ignore, i find out life is sometimes
Turn off the led, there s a mind behind the glass
I ll leave this world at all, of reacting to the wounds
Automata glad to ignore, automata glad to ignore
the face i can see
Automata glad to ignore, the face i can see Mundi, i ll leave this world at all
The face i can see, i ll leave this world at all
The light that gets you, turn off the led Mundi, i am sad in my soul
And walk in search of someone, the face i can see
my thoughts are for the hollow hearts
It s nine o clock, i am sad in my soul, i m creeping
I m creeping, i will take a breath
Of reacting to the wounds, it seems the end of our times
a gala performance
There s a mind behind the glass, it seems the end of our times, i will take a breath
I am sad in my soul, automata glad to ignore, and walk in search of someone
there s a mind behind the glass
the best way to keep on disgusted by the price