I'm trying to escape
But each time I failed
I'm searching the key
The opportunity
The storms over the years
Of screams in my ears
The dust in my eyes
And the violent gusts of lies
My chain is not so long
My dignity is gone
I'm crawling in the mud
Just to get my grub
My heart is locked in a cage
This treatment is not sane
You handcuff all my time
Your loving, your loving is a crime
You're no angel
My mind is behind bars
The future seems to dark
I can see your demon's horn
As you stick out your reptile tongue
I've got hallucinations
Your loving, your loving is a crime
You're no angel
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.