Chimaera. Other. Seven Prayers On A Rosary. Zeneszám

Envisage this staggening beauty / Try to get a hold on these starlit eyes.
You built me a promise / I broke it lie by lie / A million opportunities to be like you / A million opportunities to be a piece of you.
I never loved / I never lived / I no longer believe / There's a sense / I've been a whore.
Seven prayers on a rosary / I still mean nothing at all.
I used to be one of them gods / I used to drink it all away / And here i'm falling on angel's breath / And these empty hands are / A mirror for my soul.
Climbing up the chilley grey walls / My mouth is dry so is the barrel of my gun / Killed all my happiness cause i no longer believe / I used to see a sense but now it's too late.
On the pavement lies my lifeless self / In the doorstep stands my blue-eyed son / On the pavement lies my dead-bored soul / In the doorstep stands my blue-eyed son / Where is the tunnel now?
One more prayer on a rosary