The testament to your singular disease
Against all wisdom you heed no warning
And in the stories of the people
Songwriter: Ronan Harris
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself
Prompts for action, force reaction
In every breath, in every single motion
But I'm still talking and you're not listening
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
Your desires giving you away
Hurt, the measure of blind ambition
And still you travel the road to Hell
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
Resort to shadows till your body expires
A million faces, a million lies
If I could change your mind
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
As night descends upon the city
That they can see the world you see
And in their faces, their expressions
The streets are cold, the lights go by
And I still hear you scream
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free
If I could change your mind
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free
Publisher: AMV ALSTER MUSIKVERLAG
And I still hear you scream
A million faces, a million lies
In portents of fate, you foolishly place trust
Embody promise in a sheen so pure
Your actions turn conquest to dust
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
For each and all a chrome disguise
All creation has the promise of Heaven
They'll never say they feel what you feel
In every breath, in every single motion
A million faces, each a million lies
Sense fear in your broken breathing