Letra de Mute The Time

May the last be a glory? Or another history Just a write on the wall of intentions, Good is some happiness, Or bad can be tastier, more than it, Can't believe that. When it lost the line, (In a while coming down) When the night is all, (Blackened clouds over dawn) Only, depends, contest, knowledge, always. Right this feeling, how deep it's going, At least hold a breath, And think if we all can mute the time. Right this feeling, how deep it's going, At least hold a breath, and thy never forget. Roll and rocking on the road, Take it never on my own, Carry each moment that ever been confined, So if I say I am the one, It's a lie therein a fear 'Cause the braves are made of acts, Not from fiction of some theories Right this feeling, how deep it's going, At least hold a breath, And think if we all can mute the time. Right this feeling, how deep it's going, At least hold a breath, and thy never forget.