The Cold
Lost In the nervous haze Finding Out myself
Severing the doubts from the aim Keeping the passion inflamed
Between the "easy way...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold
I live the chaos of my dreams and my regrets I burst in silence cunning demons, life prospects
Ripping my reason sustain Drawing a logical frame
Inside the "normal chain...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold
I ear your words...I get confused...They seem so right...Still I refuse So far I am... So close I've been...Should I forget? ...Or should I still dream...
I think and drift throughout this thoughts in every ways I ear the voice, the constant speech, the constant claim
Shouting for simple repay Proving that I can't delay
The usual "empty stage...of no choice"
Twisted in lies You haunt me ...you give me the cold Feeding up my ghosts...my evil spring...within...The cold
