Someone has to play the minor note
Someone has to play the minor note,
For memories we wrote,
Someone has to play the minor tone,
For death sits on his throne,
Death stared me in the eye and said goodbye,
Memories are gone flying high,
Never turning back to attack,
It throws the darkness into black.
Words are wrong and gone,
Nothing lives on and on,
An end of life, a final dive,
Arrive on the blade of a knife.
No more pain to become insane.
For memories we wrote,
Someone has to play the minor tone,
For death sits on his throne,
Death stared me in the eye and said goodbye,
Memories are gone flying high,
Never turning back to attack,
It throws the darkness into black.
Words are wrong and gone,
Nothing lives on and on,
An end of life, a final dive,
Arrive on the blade of a knife.
No more pain to become insane.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 juni 2012 | ||
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