Windows of their lights
Fill my blind heart with movements
That composes the dance of the life
That I'm supposed to play awake
Information consumes my left
Jealous of my ego consumes my right
Eternal war of judgment in the balance for the death
Brothers with just one hand
Eternal war of judgment in the balance for the death
Brothers with just one hand
Devices of astral body we became
The maker or tool is the eternal doubt
Devices of astral body we became
Shadows of movements screaming loud
And the building of tears goes on
A tower of passions that cover the sunlight
Eternal war of judgment in the balance for the death
Brothers with just one hand
Devices of astral body we became
The maker or tool is the eternal doubt
Devices of astral body we became
Shadows of movements screaming loud
Этот текст прочитали 152 раз.