- 歌詞
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Blended Brew
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Prisoner Son
My knuckles are pale
Bloody fists of memories
A kind of love, dangerous
I tattoo myself, to remember
Who i am
To be invisible
Don't wanna be
The person i see
In empty rooms i'm nothing
I hear you whisper and cry
In empty rooms i'm nothing
Here are no summertimes
This cage is my propper place
The semon of self, alone to face
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Walls of deception surround every head
Am i still alive, or already dead?
When i look in the mirror
The reflection i hate
'Cause it depicts my fate of a stupid life
That turned into fight
In empty rooms i'm nothing
I hear you whisper and cry
In empty rooms i'm nothing
Here are no summertimes.
-Sigwulf.
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