Premonitions - Morals [vk.com/post_hc] | Текст песни

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• Morals [vk.com/post_hc]

Confide in myself, forget who you were
The presence of comfort is no more
Become the mute, the king culprit I am
Unable of a violent stand, arms tied must abide. These menacing hands are set aside.

You promised me that this will never change. And everything would stay the same. But now that your gone we can clearly see that this was all just a another game.

Delivering time to gather and embrace and face the task at hand. Demand the summit from where you stand, with no time to count your blessings respect the curse bestowed. A promise for the reunion you seek, though these eyes will always betray the depths of his disappointments, overcome. I
cannot deny the fear of failure, but I will hold true to what I believe is right.