Idioma Origen:
I
My life is a circle
No begining and no end
It´s always repeating
A trail I defend
A misunderstanding
That can´t be erased like a file
I´ve got all I wanted
But still I´m not satisfied
REF:
HOW FAR WILL I GO TO AND SEARCH MY RESPECT AND MY PRIDE
HOW LONG WILL I LIE TO MYSELF TO MY PRIVILEGE OF MY LIFE
THAT TURNS AROUND
´TILL I DIE
AND TAKE THE DARK
WITH ME
Why am I sad with me more than I ever had?
II
My life is too stable
I get no air
My jail is my skin
I'm false like a fable
That is being praised
For it's sinn
Once I am triyng to follow the light then
The bitch grips my feet
Pull me down, underbeneath
REF:
HOW FAR WILL I GO TO AND SEARCH MY RESPECT AND MY PRIDE
HOW LONG WILL I LIE TO MYSELF TO MY PRIVILEGE OF MY LIFE
THAT TURNS AROUND
´TILL I DIE
AND TAKE THE DARK
WITH ME.
Idioma Destino:
I
My life is a circle
No begining and no end
It´s always repeating
A trail I defend
A misunderstanding
That can´t be erased like a file
I´ve got all I wanted
But still I´m not satisfied
REF:
HOW FAR WILL I GO TO AND SEARCH MY RESPECT AND MY PRIDE
HOW LONG WILL I LIE TO MYSELF TO MY PRIVILEGE OF MY LIFE
THAT TURNS AROUND
´TILL I DIE
AND TAKE THE DARK
WITH ME
Why am I sad with me more than I ever had?
II
My life is too stable
I get no air
My jail is my skin
I'm false like a fable
That is being praised
For it's sinn
Once I am triyng to follow the light then
The bitch grips my feet
Pull me down, underbeneath
REF:
HOW FAR WILL I GO TO AND SEARCH MY RESPECT AND MY PRIDE
HOW LONG WILL I LIE TO MYSELF TO MY PRIVILEGE OF MY LIFE
THAT TURNS AROUND
´TILL I DIE
AND TAKE THE DARK
WITH ME.