Pseudo Call - текст песни
Pseudo Call
Look at the morning sun A thirteenth month was born Who wants to play this game? Answer your mission
Reflection of your mind Leads me to my grave
Could a existence be born Which made dreams to mystic lies
You're buried in a cage of reality To sell your soul for a trip To yourself To live in a world of Forbidden doors
Run away, leave your camp Love and hate melt fast together Leave a body of fear Brain work to forget Your existence!
Meet the hangman, at the backdoor Of your lost paradise! Create your harmony In shadow of the lie Be a part of the forgotten Kingdom
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