Deserted playground the tingling smell,
smiling corpses, zhe innerhell,
melting walls before the gazing eyes,
I am waiting for some divine flights,
crumbling pile of french fries,
crackling sound of the awakening lies,
wisdom of ages in a cone of cold,
madman marching in pride made of gold.
refrén:
I am just a kid,
in the tower of sorrow, with broken bells of tomorrow,
standing inside
ashes of the past, blood of the future,
playing seek and hide,
the immortal patrician poacher,
I'm just a kid,
basking in glory,
near the fountain of profane holy.
Breathing air in the poisioning,
the playing whelps of the upcoming,
fragments of my ruins, my life,
hardening grips on my neck my eyes,
shaking earth under your words,
doom and gloom, the screaming fireflies,
souls made of the darkest lies,
all that remained, before the tides.
I am just a kid,
in the tower of sorrow, with broken bells of tomorrow,
standing inside
ashes of the past, blood of the future,
playing seek and hide,
the immortal patrician poacher,
I'm just a kid,
basking in glory,
near the fountain of profane holy. |
