You're my funeral. will silence be found?
Life in pain's misery. What else to gain?
Hatred 'round. The fate was failed
Now It's my brand
Sleep, dream, dead angel's kiss
Had frost my hands
Cyanide's trampled down my mind
Hell is here to grind the time
Cyanide's trampled down my mind
Nothing'll help even if I die
You can't trust anyone. Life's so sinfully
No time to realize. Excruciating pain.
The war inside. With hollow cries
You drop the line.
Fall, scream, clock's clamed within
There's no other time
Cyanide's trampled down my mind
Hell is here to grind the time
Cyanide's trampled down my mind
Nothing'll help even if I die
Cyanide
© Copyright: Антон Гришко, 2012
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