My Personal Murderer - Without Motion | Текст песни

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• My Personal Murderer
• Without Motion

I feel my end
Mother, is it true?
Give me your hand
I am begging you

I see my home
But it is so far
Just left alone
Suspecting who we are

So the day will never rise
'Cause we've punished our sins
Lost in fears' broken arms
Poverty of life begins
So the day will never rise
Are we going to suppress?
Our fears' burning eyes
Covered by the helplessness