Voices of Masada - No More Gods | Текст песни

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• Voices of Masada
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Do you hear me still? I'm an echo from the past
I could be dream; I could be memory

I still believe this, if nothing else is real
I could reach out and touch it, when there's nothing else to
feel
I could be scarred on the outside but the inside never heals
And I believe in nothing for nothing else is real

Turn back the clock now
Time is growing old

I still believe this, if nothing else is real
I could reach out and touch it, when there's nothing else to
feel
I could be scarred on the outside but the inside never heals
Then I believe in nothing for nothing else is real

Turn back the clock now
Time is growing old

So do you feel? I'm a thought to warm or haunt you
Or....does the echo fade away......

Turn back the clock now
Time is growing old
Roll back the seasons,
I feel the winter.....
I feel cold

Do you hear me still? I'm an echo from the past
I could be dream; I could be memory
So do you feel? I'm a thought to warm or haunt you
Or....does the echo fade away.....