Текст: P.O.Box. ... And The Lipstick Traces. Would It Be Yours.

Living in the shadow, it bodes ill for now,
Waiting a salvation sunshine but nowhere safe to hide,
The night slowly has fallen, darkness embraced the day,
We won't be forgiven, heaven is so far away.
Guilty of clearness, reality faced us,
We lost our soul in what we thought was fine,
We pull silence out of shape, screams are bound to be next.

They are coming to pick us up, no way to leave them up,
Our heart stopped beating, they kiss our lifeless skin.
If i needed one more tear to get in up,
Would it be yours? Would it be yours?

We have lost our lives by ignorance and lack of sense,
We won't choose our way, they have done that for ages,
We escape to death without loosing a step,
Nothing can secure us, on this run the first.
Guilty of clearness, reality faced us,
We lost our soul, sorry to attend
This decadence, to regret we pledge allegiance.

They are coming to pick us up, no way to leave them up,
Our heart stopped beating, they kiss our lifeless skin.
If i needed one more tear to get in up,
Would it be yours? Would it be yours?