Sonata Arctica
In Black And White
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| Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man |
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i'm a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow,
white feather in the tar
a tearstream on your frozen face
a life - in black and white
you slaughtered my soul again
tried my best to be worth your two realities
you're breaking my heart again
to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell
stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind
now i will hit you where it hurts
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign
that you're worth fighting for
winning or losing, alone
i am only a pawn
i'm tired of pleasing you
discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme
i delayed my dreams to see
who blinded your eyes from things that are real
for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet
dying fountains full of stories untold
after a history of losses attained
the victory where it occured
lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words
dying in the seas of sin,
without knowing where lies the bottom
idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul
an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow,
white feather in the tar
a tearstream on your frozen face
a life - in black and white
you slaughtered my soul again
tried my best to be worth your two realities
you're breaking my heart again
to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell
stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind
now i will hit you where it hurts
take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign
that you're worth fighting for
winning or losing, alone
i am only a pawn
i'm tired of pleasing you
discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme
i delayed my dreams to see
who blinded your eyes from things that are real
for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet
dying fountains full of stories untold
after a history of losses attained
the victory where it occured
lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words
dying in the seas of sin,
without knowing where lies the bottom
idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul
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