Testo di Affettim

Wheels are turning Rovers moan A simple system of my own Windows open Time has grown Hey, look at me I'm still alone Grip, can't look out Stay inside My shelter will keep me alive Blackened smiles Subtle lies Submission formed from compromise Abuse the art--hypocrisy To think our work is done The truth is in the consequence Our destiny has won Blinded strut Cold remedy Ironic pose to comfort me Pull the trigger Sacred deed But what they hit they'll never see Eyes are turning As is shown A sudden light on everyone Eyes are turning Echoes run The burning rail has crossed the sun Abuse the art--hypocrisy To think our work is done The truth is in the consequence Our destiny has won