districtnowhere
December 31st, 2010, 04:13 AM
My Disgrace
Cold, cold winter morn',
Running through the cold,
Foggy winter morning snow.
Land, land that time forgot,
The cold of snow brings numbing pain,
A way, way of thought, i got,
That pain that I forgot.
Make the cold a freeing pain,
Make the land a better place,
Fight the place – a better game,
We're dying on a daily base.
Fight the day the game begun,
That tried and brought us to the dawn,
That fight won't be an empty thought.
Running through this empty snow,
Breaking every empty row ,
Till emptieness fills up,
My sadest thought
up to date
the death of someones hate.
The death, that's my disgrace,
A death of my own heart in place.
Cold, cold winter morn',
Running through the cold,
Foggy winter morning snow.
Land, land that time forgot,
The cold of snow brings numbing pain,
A way, way of thought, i got,
That pain that I forgot.
Make the cold a freeing pain,
Make the land a better place,
Fight the place – a better game,
We're dying on a daily base.
Fight the day the game begun,
That tried and brought us to the dawn,
That fight won't be an empty thought.
Running through this empty snow,
Breaking every empty row ,
Till emptieness fills up,
My sadest thought
up to date
the death of someones hate.
The death, that's my disgrace,
A death of my own heart in place.