Из альбома: Symphony for the Lost
[Holmes/Mackintosh]
I don't owe anything
I don't owe anyone
Shoot pride for all its worth
I don't belong
In a situation now
That I could not repair
I assert myself to sleep
Show others that I've cared
How cold is this poor life
Lay ashes at my grave
If it takes me away from you
A subtle gesture
I don't know anyone (cherish my religion)
I don't know anyone (faith is only fiction)
I don't know anyone (cherish my religion)
I don't know anyone (faith is only fiction)
This is erased I promise not a trace
This is erased I promise no delay not a trace