歌曲 | My Black Letter |
歌手 | Blind Stare |
专辑 | Symphony of Delusions |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Taken my time and gotten only what I´m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn´t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it´s me who to follow | |
In sight a despair strong thinking it´s all wrong | |
I shouldn´t have let go, no way! - I know | |
Her eyes I see as I close my mind | |
Opening my soul for her to bind | |
The riddler comes to me to ask: | |
"Do you have to hide behind your mask?" | |
I am not the same I used to be | |
And now I feel painfully free | |
Have to forget all the rain | |
Just to recall the infernal pain | |
People change, I know they do | |
Yet I can´t change my point of view | |
No answer to all questions asked | |
So pack your bags and finish the task... | |
(...and die) | |
Many deeds with no meaning at all | |
Even so I stand tall | |
And without a fear I shed no tear | |
And face what is to come | |
No more back against the wall | |
No more roaming the empty hall inside my head | |
Where all is dead, where shines no light ahead | |
Out in the distance, for back lies | |
The essence of life and highest dreams | |
Behind the point of knowledge | |
Where the sense of truth so pure and fine | |
Is cast into the endless time | |
Taken my time and gotten only what I´m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn´t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it´s me who to follow | |
Yet no pitch black letters shall be written | |
For the future reveals its curtain | |
I´ve heard the eager call from down below | |
But I´ll stand tall not letting go! | |
No pitch black letters... | |
I´ll stand tall... | |
Not letting go... | |
Will let go! |
Taken my time and gotten only what I m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it s me who to follow | |
In sight a despair strong thinking it s all wrong | |
I shouldn t have let go, no way! I know | |
Her eyes I see as I close my mind | |
Opening my soul for her to bind | |
The riddler comes to me to ask: | |
" Do you have to hide behind your mask?" | |
I am not the same I used to be | |
And now I feel painfully free | |
Have to forget all the rain | |
Just to recall the infernal pain | |
People change, I know they do | |
Yet I can t change my point of view | |
No answer to all questions asked | |
So pack your bags and finish the task... | |
... and die | |
Many deeds with no meaning at all | |
Even so I stand tall | |
And without a fear I shed no tear | |
And face what is to come | |
No more back against the wall | |
No more roaming the empty hall inside my head | |
Where all is dead, where shines no light ahead | |
Out in the distance, for back lies | |
The essence of life and highest dreams | |
Behind the point of knowledge | |
Where the sense of truth so pure and fine | |
Is cast into the endless time | |
Taken my time and gotten only what I m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it s me who to follow | |
Yet no pitch black letters shall be written | |
For the future reveals its curtain | |
I ve heard the eager call from down below | |
But I ll stand tall not letting go! | |
No pitch black letters... | |
I ll stand tall... | |
Not letting go... | |
Will let go! |
Taken my time and gotten only what I m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it s me who to follow | |
In sight a despair strong thinking it s all wrong | |
I shouldn t have let go, no way! I know | |
Her eyes I see as I close my mind | |
Opening my soul for her to bind | |
The riddler comes to me to ask: | |
" Do you have to hide behind your mask?" | |
I am not the same I used to be | |
And now I feel painfully free | |
Have to forget all the rain | |
Just to recall the infernal pain | |
People change, I know they do | |
Yet I can t change my point of view | |
No answer to all questions asked | |
So pack your bags and finish the task... | |
... and die | |
Many deeds with no meaning at all | |
Even so I stand tall | |
And without a fear I shed no tear | |
And face what is to come | |
No more back against the wall | |
No more roaming the empty hall inside my head | |
Where all is dead, where shines no light ahead | |
Out in the distance, for back lies | |
The essence of life and highest dreams | |
Behind the point of knowledge | |
Where the sense of truth so pure and fine | |
Is cast into the endless time | |
Taken my time and gotten only what I m given | |
Upon the wall my shadow dim | |
With my eyes cold as ice in the past I gaze | |
And sense the rage within | |
Reflection back burns like hell | |
I didn t win, so hear my yell | |
Last in line in the game of life | |
Betrayed and hollow, it s me who to follow | |
Yet no pitch black letters shall be written | |
For the future reveals its curtain | |
I ve heard the eager call from down below | |
But I ll stand tall not letting go! | |
No pitch black letters... | |
I ll stand tall... | |
Not letting go... | |
Will let go! |