Idioma Origen:
Hope unknown...
Sometimes just waking is surreal, I walk right through the nameless ones
I know that hope's unknown, sometimes the water feels so real
As I walk through it fills my lungs - My god, I'm drowning!
This day never seems to end... (This pain, never)
The rage I can not let go!!
I hear them calling my name... (Whoa!)
I feel them gnawing out holes
All throughout our flawless souls
So alone...
Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones
I fear that I alone, fear those who finally ceased to feel
That they're alone inside this place - I am the misplaced!
Now every face looks familiar...
Then every face would melt away until
Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?
Idioma Destino:
Hope unknown...
Sometimes just waking is surreal, I walk right through the nameless ones
I know that hope's unknown, sometimes the water feels so real
As I walk through it fills my lungs - My god, I'm drowning!
This day never seems to end... (This pain, never)
The rage I can not let go!!
I hear them calling my name... (Whoa!)
I feel them gnawing out holes
All throughout our flawless souls
So alone...
Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones
I fear that I alone, fear those who finally ceased to feel
That they're alone inside this place - I am the misplaced!
Now every face looks familiar...
Then every face would melt away until
Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?