Bright red curtains hide the stage Our well-fed rage Dressed up - TopicsExpress



          

Bright red curtains hide the stage Our well-fed rage Dressed up people used up coals Collecting our souls Whispering loud and so clear But no one can hear All your prayers go to waste You just have to face Nothings changed , the suffer remains Nothings gained .. pain, pain, pain... Lights are fading time is near To kill all we have dear Just a last glance of your face Loves lost its place Our feet cold as ice but theyve paid their price To rip each others hearts just for their eyes // sign of the times .
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 20:46:49 +0000

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