breeding on my fear. The tombs of 1000 lie near, Soon to diminish am I? Lying here, minutes from my death The nausea breeds on my fear Calling to the
feed my fear feed my fear through the madness with a surge of strength turn a blind eye and say the rest at close of fear destroy a weak defense you
ترجمه: بهشت گمشده. ترس.
ترجمه: بهشت گمشده. ترس اصلاح (باتماس تخریب).
ترجمه: بهشت گمشده. اصلاح ترس.
losses feed my fear feed my fear through the madness with a surge of strength turn a blind eye and say the rest at close of fear destroy a weak defense
I used to laugh, I used to cry I used to do everything I wanted to I don't know when, I don't know why But somewhere I must have lost that guy I knew
you and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
Do you know the cost of future misery? Have you lost your sense of sustainability? We are just a step away From realizin', what we strive to be But we