Letras:
Paradise Lost This Cold Life

starts again. In this circumstance that I call my own dreams just don't deliver. I never needed foes forever feeling low cause they breake me down cannot fake this

starts again. In this circumstance that I call my own dreams just don't deliver. I never needed foes forever feeling low cause they breake me down cannot fake this

it starts again. In this circumstance that I call my own dreams just don't deliver. I never needed foes forever feeling low cause they breake me down cannot fake this

the search For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts And the best of the Catholic Church But if one thing One precious little thing Would darken this

repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming

a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college

: I can't find your face in a thousand masqueraders You're hidden in the colors of a million other lost charades In life's big parade I'm the loneliest

the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote "his red right hand" That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost The wind round here gets wicked cold

back to back like ??? In a foreign country we still excavate doves Isolate you to a torture Merchants in my village Remains of no life just cold breezes