Devil's visit, Darkened senses
What I take is what I'll be
Identity is lost through these walls
Blinding white in surrounding me
Chorus:
All alone, I made these choices
When the cold rise, I hear voices
Through these walls I search for skies
Only whispers - through these cries
Sales are made here -Enter darkness
My own soul's a market place
Trading hours for my essence
No way had my heart left a trace
Chorus:
All alone, I made these choices
When the cold rise, I hear voices
Through these walls I search for skies
Only whispers - through these cries |