Оригинален текст
with such ideals (the world it at my feet)
it seemed to stay that way a while (kissing sweet defeat)
without its touch i fear im meat ,
standing here without a cause.
Maybe its better this way,
silence my sweet release.
with such ideals (the world it at my feet)
it seemed to stay that way a while (kissing sweet defeat)
without its touch i fear im meat ,
standing here without a cause.
Maybe its better this way,
silence my sweet release.
