myself say Sickening's this feeling, my life, my hopes, my dream's but a drop of fuel for a nightmare they all turn out the same My destiny, my flame
my mind Took a wrong lane, every day, I hear myself say Sickening's this feeling, my life, my hopes, my dream's but a drop of fuel for a nightmare they
Tradução: Sonata Arctica. Mi sueño es que una gota de combustible de una pesadilla.