Paroles de A Hostage

J'ai une ame solitare Feels the same Can you not see it? Your lips are dripping poison The feeling will last forever The fighting is over Won without a sound Alone in a white room Alone with no one Exstacy Constancy Rapidly One, Two, Three And if I get the chance To lead one sheep astray I'll pull the rope with aching teeth There's something in his eyes The war torn streets of Paradise How hard the code to break Depends on what's at stake Perpetual state of measure