Lаке оf Теаrs - Illwill | Текст песни

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Poison in my blood, running through my veins
Panic disorder, growing, just the perfect day
Fever in my mind, my vision's getting dim
A purple tone is spreading on my pale skin

A cold place, such a cold place

Time is standing still but life is fading fast
Am I still here dreaming or am I dead at last

A cold place, such a cold place

Can't wake, I hang for my mistakes
Cold fact, my life will always be black
Death race, a bitter place, cold,
Black, fucked!

A cold place, such a cold place

Can't wake, I hang for my mistakes
Cold fact, my life will always be black
Death race, a bitter place, cold,
Black, fucked!