Standing straight
In front of me
10 to 8
time to kill
there's a mirror
or a dream
there's a black hole
or a scene
and there's a feeling
that's stirring inside
while I'm bleeding
for your beautiful smile
God bless war's
Consequences
But, my fault,
It's revenge
We are moving
But where to?
I am running
Far from you
Cause there's a storm in me
That's stirring inside
While I am dying
For your beautiful smile
when we'll get old baby you will see
And that death inside will just fade with rain
Yeah, when we get old maybe you will see
That my heart's gone mad
right in front of me