كلمات Chimera

Too late! From the bottom to the top We dont know what to do Is it real? Fell off! From the heaven to a garden And the garden grass is made of flames Devil gets closer by the lies we tell ourselves Devil gets closer by the innocence faded away Inside our minds we're lost But we can find Only we can save ourselves From ourselves Engage the hard arm But with a friendly hand Too far From the zero to the thousand You cant stop this madness, is it real? Go down From the heaven to a garden And the garden grass is made of flames Devil gets closer by the lies we tell ourselves Devil gets closer by the innocence faded away Inside our minds we're lost But we can find Only we can save ourselves From ourselves Engage the hard arm But with a friendly hand But inside your mind you're lost But you can find Only you can save yourself From yourself You say the past is passed again Again