guilty for keeping the life command
winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
thia is my breed… thia is my cycle of need.
If you pay for me – I cannot be.
Lost in you and nothing
in my hands
nothing but a smalltalk with my death
the pioneer who climbs the
highest mountain to fall.
And the course of the stream
makes us to madman we’ve been
awakes the psychopats who rests
to watch the suffering process.
Lyric Peace In My Hands – Dark Millennium