Tomorrow
I will be here
Set free from need. (?) (or From me??)
And all that
I defended
Falls in on me
In a moment
She will rise
And show herself to me
...the hell?
What the hell?!
If you think you were born to die
And it makes you not want to try
Fall into my hands again
Fall into my hands, again
Dissolving
What seemed to be
Friends, dreams, forced needs
Not only
Not gave to me
That stole me from greed. (?) (That stole me from RUNNING?)
Communication's suffering
Prejudice is still alive (prejudice is still a WORD)
I tried to save you from yourself
I tried to save you
But if you think you were born to die
And it makes you not want to try
Fall into my hands, again
Fall into my hands, again
Don't waste your time
Don't waste your time
Don't waste your time
Cuz' if you think you were born to die
And it makes you not want to try
Fall into my hands - again!
Fall into my hands - again!
Fall into my hands - again!
Fall into my hands...