- cifra
Insanity don't has I
My measured pulse
Plays healthy notes, as yours...
Let's quiet the thoughts
Let's repent for our sins
Let the skies carry the guilty
And give thee back to the world
As thou came, so pure...
Conjure thy future
Don't spread manure on this fields
Forgive me, but as I care for thee...
I must say throw up the bad part
Live with the good part
And there won't be storms on thy days
If you just hear
Someone calling you tonight
Don't look back, protect thy heart
And try to keep thy soul
As thou did before, unsoiled...
