Close to death
Your words are preying on my heart.
Silence is rebellion.
Pain is objection.
You don't wait until I leave.
You turn the blade, and through my chest it goes.
I'm leaving for the West.
Where pain is never felt,
and sadness doesn't exist.
Where peace and harmony was born.
I can hear...
Silence is rebellion.
Pain is objection.
You don't wait until I leave.
You turn the blade, and through my chest it goes.
I'm leaving for the West.
Where pain is never felt,
and sadness doesn't exist.
Where peace and harmony was born.
I can hear...