Paroles de Wrathorn
Owerwhelmed by dream of powerYou cry of night and fear the day.
Dreams lend you a strong identity,
Reality will make you pay.
Days blur into a year.
What no one dares- you may,
Just tray to pull throught
One more day...one more day.
No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much
Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain
Agonized minot aur in the maze
Of ordinary moments.
Shape the days to your pace,
Clench fists hard, holler!
Treat your life like a war, No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much.
Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain
Just tray to pull throught
One more day...one more day.
No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much
Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain
Agonized minot aur in the maze
Of ordinary moments.
Shape the days to your pace,
Clench fists hard, holler!
Treat your life like a war, No hope
No straw to catch
No god
You ask to much.
Numb inside
Let down again
Pice of mind
All in vain
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