I have been pierced by a deadly thorn
There is no way to undo what's done
My disease, my infection
I am so impure
My release, my redemption
Is there a cure
I'm falling from the righteous path
Hollow silence follows these days
In silence enduring the pain
Protecting my soreness from daylight
Alleviate this loneliness, contaminate this fright
I hope for a better tomorrow
Vague memories painful enough
To wish they had never been
They're still haunting me
Shivering with horror, awaiting tomorrow
Desperately searching for a cure
Each drop of life absorbed by this void
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.