Wherever I go, whatever I do
I have to make the life for you
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I'll find the tickets to see my show
Your feelings are mine, my feelings are yours
They come again to destroy our foes
Secrets of death are our lives
And we will take'em from paradise skies
Crawled out soul, killed in the thoughts
I am the reason of despair of Gods
Asylum of mind is now in my head
I did leave out that I would be led
Caught in the net, bounded by hope
I cannot cut off my heart and strong rope
Justice of mind is result of all
That I ever broke and stole
Asylum Of Mind
© Copyright: Павел Шеховцов, 2005
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