His Illusion
He sees it in their eyes
Those that seeth with fire
Those that are cold blue
But all those come to a standstill
Where does it root he wonders
From whence come those desires
Are we driven by them so blindly
With no sense of...
Those that seeth with fire
Those that are cold blue
But all those come to a standstill
Where does it root he wonders
From whence come those desires
Are we driven by them so blindly
With no sense of...