I've broken my eyes
on the wall of my dreams
there's nothing to give, my friend
there's nothing to take but another minute
to the end
I've pictured myself
in many rules of life
if I was a girl
I think it could be fine
if I was a man
everything would be done
till now
bu I seem to myself like a vision
could you imagine that?
my friend, the sunrise comes
it's time to leave the dreams bed
but still I think of it...
if I was in another place
if I was in another time
if I was... or
if I wasn't
You can't beat the real thing. Weirdly Melodic Death thrash from back in the day, when Death Metal wasn't subdivided and splintered into a hundred subgenres and all that mattered was brutality. funkhundd