Sadness lives after we die
The pains of life increased outright
Contempt and sins priorities...
To crush good fortune [to its knees]
Morning...
Mornings calm, inside I cry
This painful li have has raped my mind
Take me down, slow release
From sorrows penetration
Morning...
Life is there for me
Hell is there for me
Sunlight greets my open wounds
Mornings light reflects the doom
My soul is free, it lives again
To roam alone in darkness
Morning...
I have cried for god
And I have cried for you
I pray that in the end your sense wi will break though
Sadness lives after we die
The pains of life increased outright
Contest my sins priorities
Crushed my spirit to its knees
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Paradise Lost
Hands Of Reason :: Paradise Lost