Из альбома: Stabbing the Drama
Find, a piece of land,
A million demands, and try to make it once again.
A piece of land, to make it a plan,
Always trying to be one with the making.
Waiting for a statement, how will I know?
It wasn't my engagment, the scars just grow.
Such a slave and a sucker for observation.
Just let it pass, no questions asked.
Decide, and try to find, a step behind,
A shape that will show you how,
The essence is defined,
Don't wanna see yourself in no trouble.
It Comes to an end, with my trust in hand,
please let me stand.
With all my perception, I let myself wait.
From all the infection that comes in my way.
Like a swarm...
Under pressure, too many times,
I can barely fight it back.
No intentions, no obsessions,
That can change my mind.
It Comes to an end, with my trust in hand,
please let me stand.
This is my life and I'm still amazed,
I should have turned walked all over,
This is my life and I've prevailed,
and reached my goal.
This is my time cause it's all erased,
This is my time and I'm turning to you,
It makes me strive in a conscious way,
But not alone...
Confusing directions, were running my state.
From all the infection that comes in my way,
With all my perception, I let myself wait.