A sign, this time it's real And everything?s haunted Look at the past to see No, I never wanted A sign, this time it's real Everything?s haunted
Bản dịch: Sense Field. Haunted.
wounds Inside sentient apostle Pleasured in wreaking gore A stenchland graveyard haunt Amplify my horrors more Cutting me, the fleshless surgeon Drowning in his pain Executed blindfold shroud Senses
their backs on the Milky Way forever, as our eyes shower sweetness upon each other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field
thou defenders Endlessly torturing the suns without stand Fight now, let's break the chains So strong we must feel no pain Forever torn apart from the haunting fields
was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been
of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest of her senses had been caught For no apparent reason
i often lost my cool days i feel my mama's gun i lost my only son when my girl she almost died a bad abortion haunted by a baby's eyes and every reason
line Life is a mind field and on one side I'm stuck I broke the key in the door I tried to unlock I'm never giving up The times that haunt you are the
left me young i often lost my cool days i feel my mamas gun i lost my only son when my girl she almost died had abortion haunted by a babies eyes and
I caught a glimpse of your eyes last night In a restless dream Waking out of green field blue seas and stars Your eyes arise like the specters of flowers
kept at bay As you narrow the field of vision To retain a sense of control Your focus will remain unfixed In the haze of a world unhinged Create a sense
of mind? Is it me who looks at me through the mirror? Or is it the betrayer imploring? The ones I met in my endless nights seem so real Dreams are war fields
