Testi:
Lost Reality The White Wall

, the wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall.. [echoes] The wall

calling in my kingdom fallin Through the distance called reality Messengers of future they will bring the truth, those words are drops of destiny Here they come, softly dancing on the wall

back No place to go back to Life is lost, Flowers fall If it's all dreams Now wake me up If it's all real Just kill me I'm making the wall inside my

s better after death if we suffer and pray Even though they fuck us off in this life today And that white Jesus hangin on the wall in church ain't a part

missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly in

sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the walls Outside the rain keeps falling The candlelight resists the storm Dancing pictures on the wall

above the earth I felt the breeze of the world What was lost I should have retrieved What was real Was long gone within of me Crimson tide A wave of lost

planet, where nightmares that become reality witness the brutality its poetry in the streets of the big apple you get tackled and grappled to the floor, white

No place to go back to Life is lost, Flowers fall If it's all dreams Now wake me up If it's all real Just kill me I'm making the wall inside my heart