Sis masis

Got no place to call your home Got no face to call your own I can't pray on their mountain of shit A low ride through the pain which comes to my head As we shake the hands of time Can you recall all...

I'm tired of amusing the ones who're afraid How hard it must have been? But I had to keep it straight Could not afford to leave Obsessed... I seek the meaning of another number Too bad... It's calling...

Now they try to drag me down A strange foreboding... it crashes hard upon our minds And wakens memories You know they were bound to hide and your words were few and small Upcoming present and future...

Now you're dead and I woke up instead Does it really matter? Cause I was taught to believe that you're still here with us I'm still waiting for the cause to drown There's a small place where I just...

What you will find is… Weak and not colour blind What you will find is… Something you felt before Someone just closed the door How can I find it? When there's nothing left to say You're the one to...

Every moment's just a drag When you're around I'm always sad All the distance keeps me near What we've got is my worst fear Take your fake for real Erase my mind to clear I can't find the strength to...

Got no one, just to call your own Your self made interiors Got no one, left it all undone You brought on your own demise It's sad, but no surprise, it's bad Your self made interiors

These are the final days... Whose darkness deepens in your arms? Come on back if the moment lends You can look up all my closest friends So set your restless heart at ease I raise my voice against it...

If you can not continue, I was in you… not too far A plastic kind of opinion, the art of rebellion I adore You have to break it down in, the art of rebellion It's gonna take you home when, you're in...