you're sowing the seeds of hate on fields of peace curb your vicinity with vanity you're proud on each and everyone fallen to your charm, you're proud if all you bring is bitter harm you're proud on your filthy evil me, your personality is kissed by jealousy your hunger stilled when you have killed other's dreams to be fulfilled, the night drapes the skies in sweet release
chorus: black skies, your eyes, the night reveals and heals all the pain inside your black skies on my mind
a stiff body sluggishly on the floor drives me insane cause I expected more with every minute greed grows in me and all these silent voices keep tempting me from lust to dust, from day to dawn filthy soil I smell the lawn I long for the night dressed in sweet release
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another day has died, black the sky, I licked off the dirt, now it's washed and dried, after all this pain you're so far away
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(sweet child o'mine)
Compositores: Tim Humpe (Tim Tenambergen), Hennnig Wehland (Hening Wehland), Marco Minnemann, Artemis Gounaki, David Gappa (Dave Grave), Stephan Hinz ECAD: Obra #29686168