Ancient Prophecy - Pain


Your normal live is grey in grey,
you're needing friends, but they donīt care.
There is no sense for you in live.
You want to die, day after day.

A mum and dad are just a dream
there is none who really cares.
Youīve no home you have no gain
your life is covered with your tears.

You want to put out your lamp of live.
The razors edge lies in your hand.
Decisionīs made, you're out of time.
just blood remains you fade away

There is a man who holds your hand,
nailed on a cross a slowly dead.
He kills your pain just go to him.
He sets you free gives new live.

Chorus:
Pain, never-ending pain in your heart.
Pain, `till your hope breaks apart.
Pain, now your eys fades into wide,
and your soul cries out for suicide.

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