Watching the sunset - seeing the day
Cold fingers, wet hands.
Took the light, took me away,
Taken without the rest rest.
The wind rips the roof insane.
Cold the one who's not sleeping.
Cold the one who's not breathing.
And long ago forgotten.
You know, I'm friends with his devil.
Peace and truth are trying to be.
I believe that Freedom is named.
The one that can't be bought.
The sunrise, the glow of the sun...
Straight beams shoot out my eyes.
Let me Wake up, then it will be too late
See what blind fate.
Whether the tale at least three lines
Without beginning with a random end
Or set bold point.
After all reality is just a dream.
