Letra de Black Painted Circle

In my veins, thick warm tears Don’t feel and the pain dies In my eyes, the blinding dark Pain makes awake Grey boxes, inside my head They choke my conscience’s breath They’re waiting for its death And all those questions, will we return? A door as a loaded gun Hit the mirror or your arm Nevermore the same Nevermore this place Thoughts float in stillness Time seems to hesitate Nothing is real In the darkest dream Here and now Feel, emptiness Here and now Feel, emptiness Do you feel this sore? Do you pray for some? Have you ever lived before? (Paint your circle on your own) Do you deserve this sore? Do these tears mean more? Have you ever lived before? Nevermore the same Nevermore this place Thoughts float in stillness Time seems to hesitate Nothing is real In the darkest dream In my eyes In my veins