Wretched will, host of pleasure surreal Closed the room where the last is buried Rise or fall at your masters request Youre unable to accept redemption I dont know about a true belife here With the Lost its the same as always All I want is the same, a true belife You cant wait to become a memory With the Weak its the same as always Stand confused lack of comprehension, ReAroused by a thought of madness And I know that the truth is always right But its time to search for lies Youre the one I try to save But the blood spills from your veins Call counting time till the end Deaths wicked smile never fails The curse is cast, and youre lost the past Forevermore, a candle burns here no more I dont know about a century of life When the love of generations die I can see no good in taking you own life When any moment death calls... All I want is the same, a true belife
belife, rearoused, true, always, request