Crawling, hiding, breathing slowly Moment of truth, get ready to see Replacing concept is not an option I’m not ready to pray for free
Ch: Next religion Falling ideas, dying dreams
Hearing words that no one told me Begging for things I`ll never get Such an easy choice to lift up thoughts to heaven This is perfect time to start regret
All things are gone and we cannot imagine What is next and what above the sky? Empty eyes and hearts is a typical scene for us And rage is a habit we had to trust