كلمات Core

Recurrent Elements Of an instable Overtone Fighting my war, hurt renewing wounds This pain Is my own result Forced To comply One single purpose I create New prison of lies to lock inside Demons And angels as well This time is My war Core All my parts fill the whole No one is to blame Except me Except fate Core All my parts fill the whole Nothing is to claim Gets my sleep Holds my days The absence The presence My double nature I can't choose The rumor inside me will keep on Untill I refuse this loop To become Entire, real There is one pathway To compose Dissonant speech inside my true voice Which is Easier to accept This time is My war Core All my parts fill the whole No one is to blame Except me Except fate Core All my parts fill the whole Nothing is to claim Gets my sleep Holds my days