Testo di Disease

No one to guide us, to guide us in this place Feel the pain of this world in blaze All the roses, they all blossom black A lonely orphan sings the final track When everything seems lost in this world Who protects us from what we want? When everything seems lost in this world Who will take care? Smoke the day's last cigarette Because no saviour will be sent Say your prayers and let them go Your gentle tears will find no hope When everything seems lost in this world Who protects us from what we want? When everything seems lost in this world Who will take care? So wise, but they aren't understanding Life's self-made disease