Fordítás: Tél. Winter Átok.
I felt sadness ? one I couldn't overcome A wretched madness I think I've had enough All the tears have fallen from disappointed eyes I don't deserve
line I'm ready I'm ready I'm gonna blow To my surprise she knew the game A selfish act, just wanted laid Quietly she moaned John it's your turn I thought
Intertwined like a twisted web Pulled apart by so-called friends A power trip when bulls collide Rude awakening I won't align I am my own of steel and
crimson flame And the voice of a jackal You make the tyrant's call You make the tyrant's call Burning bridges Beating wings Are fanning the flames And the tyrant's
the government political homicide Pointing fingers at who's to blame without really knowing why One man arose through the gray With a consciousness unlike today's
Five minutes and counting I've just began to thirst Anxiety crashing through me Adrenaline burst I hear the sound of thunder A deafening mad roar Apocalyptic
chance for them You will see Don't try to awake cause there's vengeance in me Your fear! Cold steel in my hands You will feel the pain Sleepless at night Fall on a country that's
a heartless design Close your mind And open your heart To find the answers you seek All the questions in your life Will be answered by your faith A demon's
longer working for your twisted game I'm done and leaving Caught in a web Cannot live this life again Now you're standing Alone in front of me No one's
s been abandoned Now I scream your name crying for help I call My voice is mutated now I'm a twisted face on the wall It's been too long - there's no
alter life That attack like germ warfare Through the gates of big brother The micro god is here I won't take the implant A barcode's not my name Worldwide
like a growling lion ready to feast it's prey Stars are spinning in the sky as the night turns into day Volcanos erupt - spilling earth's blood Belching
haunting me? Grim reminders of the brutal murders from seeing my reflection Everywhere I look I see the murderer's obsession A madman that stalked in the night living out of the fantasy's
The doors open - Cohegan turns and stares He's going to see the execution All eyes are ont the guards as they drag the prisoner in the crowd's uneasy
wrong I staggered on the left and fell to one knee Then somebody grabbed a hold of my keys An angelic voice I heard from above Man he's a mess he's really
Sitting on the edge of mother's bed I realize damn she's dying Sometimes I wish that she was dead I'm sick of mother crying When they take her away
For everyday I live I get closer to my end My youth stolen from the hands of time What I took for granted has haunted like a phantom Now a ghost that
