Stalins War
Stalins War - This Lost Town Of Wandering Souls songtekst
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A death shrouding cold encapsulates the lungs; each breath, Without a warning, could be the last. When it reaches nearer will we stand as true in hollow convictions we thought we knew? Give me peace. Give me direction. Play that chord for me one more time. Give me the strength to seek compassion. Play that chord for me one more time. Look to the sky and see millions of stars contrasting black, a humble whisper on an endless stage. False caresses and empty gazes some light shines out; through the haze you'll see. Connect the stars; they all come back to me. Desperation has now killed this hope with weary eyes and criticized the good and manufactured hate. With bloody fingertips I write this song. Guilty of all; I won't deny. Guilty of all; I won't deny. We've banked our lives in such a way to fill the void, the constant pain. We've loved and lost; we've played the game. I thought I knew the answers, then everything just changed. This cliché of glamour still lies within my mind. Nights walking alone through this dreary town, all beauty lost in the apathy of the eyes of the desperate and addicted, in this lost town of wandering souls