Dead Without Love کے بول

We are living the decadent, people just fall All are wearing masks, makeup is no happiness in the face But behind another reality is revealed, wounds in the soul and pain, tears of blood dead without love prisoners themselves (Chorus) Open your eyes and see, I hold your hand I'll take the abyss, and give thee my light the real happiness will show thee, my heaven will also be your ghosts called by his name? do not listen .. I follow my path is narrow but we will succeed careful with the door wide, it just lies there, you will not like to walk through it your fear, doubts plague you? calmly count to ten the world lives in wars, misery, sometimes it seems that dying is the output but be careful not die .... truths handed down, hold my hand and moving ahead ...