Labyrinth - Malcolm grey

Tekst :

My hands are red of blood
But it s not mine
Inside me there s no light and a frozen soul
I can t understand but I like it
Everything is clear but suddenly that piano....
That mesmerizing sound that pushes me to do it again

Can someone tell me if it s true or not
I m scared by the pleasure I feel
Too thin is the line between dream and reality

Who is playing here??
Oh my God... The same melody
Different is the scene and new is the victim
But the old man playing is still the same
Hey you, now I wanna see your fucking face
Once for all stop it!!!
....No! It s not possible.... Your face is my face.... No

Can someone tell me if it s true or not
I m scared by the pleasure I feel
Too thin is the line between dream and reality

Can someone tell me if it s true or not
I m scared by the pleasure I feel
Too this is the line between dream and reality
But now I know it was just a dream.... Or not!?

Inne utwory

  • Infidels
  • Freeman
  • Thunder
  • Dreamsland
  • Red zone
  • State of grace
  • Die for freedom
  • Hand in hand
  • Rage of the king
  • Neverending rest
  • Moonlight
  • Dive in open waters
  • When i will fly far
  • Piece of time
  • Love
  • Elegy
  • Just soldiers
  • No limits
  • New horizons
  • Losowe utwory

    Enigma

    On his trail the stones grew
    he was led astray
    forces strange he had to face
    magic unseen
    when he asked he was not answered
    but he would not yield
    what he asked for was not given

    To a whirling mass of waters
    the mountains of high
    his desire he spoke out
    to claim his due
    a shadow moved in Louhi...

    Groove with me

    Oh yeah alright, oh oh oh yeah
    Hey girl, excuse me, forsake me but
    It s your world, can I come inside
    Let s hit the floor, dance ???
    So much more
    I take you on a ride, oh yeah

    I see that...

    Dzieci śmieci

    Ktoś wszystko miał,
    ktoś chciał być kimś.
    Ktoś nie chciał żyć, kiedy ktoś nie miał nic,
    a świat wiruje wkoło, a Ty wirujesz razem z nim.

    Cel! Pal! Zaczęto polowanie.
    Dzieci jak muchy padają na ekranie.
    Wariatka - matka krzyczy w ciszy.
    Daleko jesteś tak i nie chcesz słyszeć

    No longer gone

    Ice on the wings and we were flying
    Sand in our eyes but we were seeing
    Below us a crowd that wasn t buying
    Watching us pass and not believing
    No one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyes
    Everything beyond these purple...

    Right to cry

    He kept it all inside - alive and screaming
    Tears were not his style, his pride was leading

    I watched the light dancing on the sea
    As it turned to grey
    Oh, how I wish that the tide would soon return
    Someday, someday

    I ve a right to cry
    That...