Proscenium
Lords Of Disillusions
Somewhere under the sky
Hopes alive for a while
Torn apart
Trampled into mud
A soft and merging wind flowing from the depths
We bless our torments
Kneeling, loving, dying
Empty words charming mortal ears
Broken spirits still graceful
Resistance is pointless
Always falling short of the one and only truth
Disarmed, left with nothing but our naked souls
Trusting, submitting, vanishing
From Letras Mania