Paroles de Eleven

IF I WAS BEAUTIFUL As a divine surrounded by roses There I see you shine Waiting and waiting MISANTHROPE, how long can I hold your hand waiting and waiting precious at least I don t need YOUR HOPE A slave is a master in disguise HOW HARD WE TRY inside I just hear cries IGNORANCE IS -- MY CHERISHED MEMORY All our slip slop bullshit misanthrope just bury me Every dream breaking up the wall Are so many tears more for me to fall Surviving through the void A drop, a life, it's not worth while waiting and waiting