.
From the dead light to the dead end
Alone in the shade of depths,
Someone made my breath hopeless
The violence I can't bear
Speak to me with no fear
Why wasn't Rome built for ages?
They always go on the rampage.
Please take me for a ride
I was born to remain pride.
I disappear in my thoughts when he's holding my hand.
Waiting for the empire's fall, I'll be there right on time.
I'm not exactly the same one anymore
because all has changed around me.
Whatever the weapons, I can't feel the pain no more.
In these collapsed skies, my star won't shine no more.
The full moon is throwing its bloody red poison in the river of my heart
And in a flash my universe has catch fire.
And now, endless, the broken mirror of my past cuts my skin and my veins.
I was born to remain pride.
My heart is in your hands but you let it fall to the ground.
Your smile is now burning my eyes
If you don't remember, how can I forget?
The machine in my head is out of control
My death will show the evidence: the reason of my coming.
My death will directly tell me if all was written.
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From the dead light to the dead end
Alone in the shade of depths,
Someone made my breath hopeless
The violence I can't bear
Speak to me with no fear
Why wasn't Rome built for ages?
They always go on the rampage.
Please take me for a ride
I was born to remain pride.
I disappear in my thoughts when he's holding my hand.
Waiting for the empire's fall, I'll be there right on time.
I'm not exactly the same one anymore
because all has changed around me.
Whatever the weapons, I can't feel the pain no more.
In these collapsed skies, my star won't shine no more.
The full moon is throwing its bloody red poison in the river of my heart
And in a flash my universe has catch fire.
And now, endless, the broken mirror of my past cuts my skin and my veins.
I was born to remain pride.
My heart is in your hands but you let it fall to the ground.
Your smile is now burning my eyes
If you don't remember, how can I forget?
The machine in my head is out of control
My death will show the evidence: the reason of my coming.
My death will directly tell me if all was written.
- Mysalogia -
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Modèle: Mysalogia
Photo: Elisabeth Peixoto
Série: Ange & Démon
Retouche: Mysalogia
Photo: Elisabeth Peixoto
Série: Ange & Démon
Retouche: Mysalogia
