You are, then what is me
Inner vision forest from a seed
Fortune smiles to the sane depraved
The tortured miles to an immortal grave
I want to say, but I can't say
It no more
You are, why is me
Night of a shooting star
Froze in sweltering misery
SkyboneYou are, then what is me Inner vision forest from a seed Fortune smiles to the sane depraved The tortured miles to an immortal grave I want to say, but I can't say It no more You are, why is me Night of a shooting star Froze in sweltering misery |