Vārdi:
Art Of Dying Build A Wall

Build a wall from me Your words are mortar and limestone One wall's okay You're still easy to find Put up a second wall Corner yourself and hide I can

signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a

're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall of morality and take a

're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall of morality and take a

a picture of yesterday, so You're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall

a picture of yesterday, so You're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall

a picture of yesterday, so You're painting your heart with your blood You can't say "No" Only turning the wheel of time with a rope around your neck You build a wall