Um, there's something in those eyes A thing you can't define Two burnt-out blackened holes All full of dying
A twisted little mind Scheme and telling lies Showing you the trails You never thought you'd find
If you wake when you are sleeping Pray the Lord your soul to keep
Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line
Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coal
Afraid of what you'd find If you talked to Mr. Hyde Looked into your eyes And saw a liar
In the mirror glass A dead hand of the past The double-face of you That never dropped the mask
Come alive when you are dreaming Pray the Lord your soul to keep
Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line
Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coal
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Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line
Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coal
Compositores: Fredrik Nils Mannberg, Nils Elof Oskar Eriksson (Nocturnal Rites)Editor: Reservoir Media Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #19677741 em 18/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM