Confessions of a sick mind

Spins...the world spins around
Love...the love is all we found
Truth...the truth we got to keep
Feel...the feelings in your sleep

Kill the morning sun
And stop to look around
You see the flames so close
The fisherman, the ghosts.

R: Breath
Breath
Breath
Breath in, breath out
Just breath.

Run...you run away from here
Fear...you fear the raging bear
Slow...you're slowing down to road
Death...you're dying, oh...you're dead.

Kill the morning sun
And stop to look around
You see the flames so close
The fisherman, the ghosts.

Probabil va intrebati ca naiba e asta...constituie doar o inlantuire de nebunii crunte si aiurite. Nimic important, nimic personal...