Struggle with emotion Fell the pain burn deep Within our nerves The mourning of lost life Commands our action night and day The foul realism is unleashed
Struggle with emotion Feel the pain burn deep Within our nerves The mourning of lost life Commands our actions night and day The foul realism is unleashed
Fordítás: Paradise Lost. Dead Emotion.
: Struggle with emotion Feel the pain burn deep Within our nerves The mourning of lost life Commands our actions night and day The foul realism is unleashed
lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other's sickness like parasites This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost
Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years But then where do they go when
