Atomic Cries piosenki

Breathe in... Let your lungs fill with fear Feed the cycle Impassioned words so insincere Rail against self made kings Chaos and pain – currency The dirt in out mouths Tastes of the blood on our hands Acidic... A cynic I can show you how this will end...

I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man Who has taken all the heart aches, And all the pain he can stand. I am using all the colors of blue, I have here on my stand. I am painting in oil, a portrait of a man. I can tell he is dying. I see death in...