Monsanto piosenki

Signs of warning on my dreams before the world surrounds me telephatic mind machine craving on to find me Save me from my own Please understand me I won't It's Sunday morning, hard to think the web that tears and binds me tomorrow will I bleed again...

Awake in front of the world before the ashes of my worries caught within a lifetime of lies and regrets how could I try? A fistful of love, a knife in the wrong hand the hope of my dreams and the passion I hold will now the my sword for the lead to save...

Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights And lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head...