Testo The Path

Stifled all discussion, squeezed out all hope, we hate pain, that we gain, with so called wisdom adjusted to those promised, empty gifts I need to come back by grace I can't do this all alone! A way out of the past and the haze of loss it's a small path, a way trough the cross just beware of mainstream and other scenes they use to sow the seeds of disturbing dreams Controvert conclusions a heart of glass, a splinter-proof life free my life of this creator of the heavens and earth 'cause I can't do this all alone A way out of the past and the haze of loss it's a small path, a way trough the cross just beware of mainstream and other scenes they use to sow the seeds of disturbing dreams