Peace, Is what they tell me.
Love, am I unholy?
Lies, are what they tell me.
Despise, you that control me.

The peace, is dead in my, soul
I have have blamed reasons, for
My intentions, poor.
Yes I'm the one who,
The only one who.
Would carry on this, far.

Torn, I'm filthy.
Born, in my own misery.
Stole, all that you gave me.
Control, you claim you save me.

The peace is dead in my, soul
I have blamed reasons for
My intentions, poor.
Yes I'm the one who,
The only one who.
Would carry on this, far.

www.ruminus.ru