Anathema Songtext
von The Blank Theory

I guess you can see it
See it
Peddled a long while
Twisted nerves are wasted in themselves
Trapped in a lame yard
Complacent servants
In this world we deem its color
It′s so numb that it won't answer
See it
Millions dangled Wretched throats are waiting to be the start of your diary
You feel sorry for me?
In this world we deem its color
It′s so numb that it won't answer
Guess you can see it
See it
See it
So many lies they breathe from their mouths
So many saints can't find their way out