cruelly known to my eyes lay pain
i m the master of rain
This is my silent grow, a crown of thorns over my head
This is my silent row, the mirror reflecting my own disease
Please save me, please save me
the cowardice it s a reason to leave
to scrumbble in the cell
I m the master of rain, this is my silent row Pathosray, i wish that i could live in silence
This is my silent row, i wish that i could live in silence Thorns, a scent of what i ve become
Tippers from the crown, tippers from the crown, the mirror reflecting my own disease
Tearing my weak soul, tippers from the crown
cruely known to my eyes lay pain
This is my silent row, tearing my weak soul, i m the master of rain
I m the master of rain, standing through is a real forest
The cowarty it s a reason to live, i m the master of rain
this is my silent row
Your own eyes slowly control, cruely known to my eyes lay pain
Cruely known to my eyes lay pain, a crown of thorns over my head Of, see supreme my self esteem
A crown of thorns over my head, tippers from the crown
mesmerize by flows to rinse
a marching beneath us allures
This is my silent grow, a crown of thorns over my head Thorns, tearing my weak soul