Paroles de Fading
A Face in the mirrorSmiling at me
Whispers the words
Through the glint
Conscience fading
I make war on you
And fan the flames
What else could I do
'cause
The
Sands are running out
And my
Pain is burning
And fan the flames
What else could I do
'cause
The
Sands are running out
And my
Pain is burning
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