24.9.2018 22:07

Broken mirrors, blooding eyes

Často v sebe dusíme zlosť a potom robíme veci, ktoré v nás zabíjajú všetko dobré. Ja sa snažím zachytávať všetky svoje emócie na papier a každú svoju myšlienku premením na skutočné slová.

Picture in the mirror is killed by his face,

I am holding my hands right in my hair,

I´m looking into the dark in empty space,

talking shadows scare me in nightmares.

This is dark time of my fucking days,

disillusion is crossing my ways,

I feel like closed in coffin, now I am being loved,

I know you are more than I ever hoped.

My brown eyes are still blind,

the right direction cannot be found,

my life is like a beautiful rose,

it looks so nice, but with falls.

I hear cries, dying hearts

Blooding eyes

Broken mirros, dead life

Blooding eyes

I beat myself in fire of thoughts,

there´s only dust instead of ghost,

regret and fear I´m deep down,

no way to escape from the lost town.

I wanna climb out but there no stairs,

I have no chance when nobody cares,

I feel like burried alive,

scorned by the world around.

Drowned by the nice dream,

reality is blear,

I can´t stand with head held on,

I must play another role.

I hear cries, dying hearts

Blooding eyes

Broken mirros, dead life

Blooding eyes

No, it was not me,

I am not the man I want to be,

my face is lying outward,

I keep always losing my mind,

in moments the greatest of my life,

I look like chameleon, my face and the mask.

I hear cries, dying hearts

Blooding eyes

Broken mirros, dead life

Blooding eyes

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