Item of the Fall Songtext
von Misticia

Sentences are driving me
Just to proove my will
Streams of fear absorbing me
Nothing to feel
Rising trying to explain
Just to justify my aim
Resting with a heart in flames
Nothing to heal
Wielding
My feelings
Like blades
In a dangerous game
Constantly aware
That death
Is the last
Answer you′ll get
I
Can't define
All the thoughts
That are roaming my mind


And I
Will not try
To control
What wants to break free
Pride and anger by my side
Closing memories with my eyes
I
Can′t refine
All the thoughts
That are haunting my mind
But I
Will not try
To betray
What needs my loyalty
Wielding
My feelings
Like blades
In a dangerous game
Totally aware
That death
Is the last
Answer you'll get
Answer you'll get
Answer you′ll