Tác giả : Stabbing Westward
Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước
Late last night i tripped in
Violent shades of green
1000 voiceless faces were chasing me
I ran through the air as thick as glue
Through night as black as hate my spirit fled
Through branches filled with thorns
My eyes bled and bled
How could i ever hope to win this race
When everytime i close my eyes i see your face
It just can't happen here (repeat)