A mass of breathing souls
For times are desolate
Passing judgment on my sentence
As I perceive my dying day
Give me a promise.
The word I will never hear
Sympathies forging, stalling in me
I'm closing all the doors
While my frown remains
Until I reach my golden haven
I'll let the sadness pass my way
Preaching the words of angels,
To a darker side of man
My halo's fading with all the sin I deal
Have I been banished, 'a forgery'
Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
And I'm waiting for my sweet hell
You'll wait for 'your' hell,
I wish you hell...
In time the hate corrodes
Our brains are desolate
And this prison which we serve in
Will be a witness to our pains
Preaching the words of angels,
To a darker side of man
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie