Versuri - c - Circle Of Dead Children - Sons Of Nameless

			
			
Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down
upon you? 

The streets would flood 

Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson
visionary of the apocalypse 

Randomly place my guilt on your back 

With the hands of surgeon 

Could you take the thorn in my side? 

I prayed for yours 

I prayed for yours 

No way to torture me that I have not yet dealt
onto myself 

When you cut your wrists veins to my mouth for
your sickness would make me elated 

Cut your wrists on the toasting glass 

A toast to my happiness 

The crystal image that I broke 

When bone burns 

When clouds spin 

Hate this sin, hate this sin, hate this sin 

The vision your soul holds... did you forget to
grasp it? 

You’ll learn to love again 

I never forgot 

Mouth full 

My lungs are sinking 

With a new coat of self-esteem I’ll go out
tomorrow and stalk you dreams 

I prayed for yours 

I prayed for yours 

I prayed for your dreams