I speak of people whose name is disguise The myth of flavour appears with no sign
'cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait
But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back As I now fall: fall into deprivation Fall: fallen there's still tomorrow Love hides the things you'll never know
A lack of reason that makes a mortal man Untold the treasons, the past where it began
'cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend Insane thoughts are borrowed unable to repay them back As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason Blood, bloody the hands that lead me Love for the ones you cannot know
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Anthony Edward Aaron Aedy, Gregory John Mackintosh (Gregor) (PPL - I), Lee Ivor Morris, Nicholas John Arthur Holmes (Nick Holmes) (PPL - I), Stephen EdmondsonPublicado em 1995 (12/Jun)ECAD verificado fonograma #16255027 em 09/Abr/2024