كلمات The Lost

lost in the chaos of world like a strange demon we kill with our looks giving exstasy to a false widow we playon weak strings of life I'd like to travel to the times to the times of flourishing craft walk through the night in the dark woods and shout ghosts of darkness lost... lost in the chaos of world like a strange demon we kill with our looks I am a sad wanderer a lonely visions of dreams I am a sad wanderer someone even stole my hate hate!!! and what was before will remain as a sweet mistery anyway...