Tekster:
Pain Of Salvation The Perfect Element

rusty lid, of a wingless wind) (Of an eyeless storm, of fallen gods, who lost their way) I set myself on fire To breed the Perfect Element Will

you've gone down When your all cracked and wound." Getting used to pain I am crying unwept tears through this violence I'll die trying to break this thick crust of silence Trading pain

: Looking at you I see her face Through all these years, just waiting It all catches up to you when you slow down I'm back in that yard, tasting that

: Mother, at my first breath Every paragraph was set As I inhaled the scent of debt Mother, that first stolen air On papers saying I'm not mine "

: This world is what we can give Scarred from the way we lived All those dreams we shared for you How I wish they could come true We dreamed of a

rusty lid, of a wingless wind) (Of an eyeless storm, of fallen gods, who lost their way) I set myself on fire To breed the Perfect Element Will I

seen before Revealing a life that I never really understood Strange, the way beauty can hurt the unopened eye Much more than all of the filth and pain

've given your body just to belong Let's burn together Let's burn together This pain will never end These scars will never mend I taste your sorrow and you taste my pain

Once I had a mountain of my own With moss and walls and magic And a mighty view A forest of my own Listening to me Showing me its secret paths and trails