Theerteen To recover from loving Choices to make Chances to take The spiders Always searching for blindness But the wind never blows straight
Only the number has changed The place rearranged And it's all Comes to an end Only some people have died I've become undenied Some getting ready to breath
Killing The last smile or feeling To let you escape Sometimes it's all fate The spiders Only searching for blindness But the wind never blows straight
Only the number has changed The place rearranged And it's all Comes to an end Only some people have died I've become undenied Some getting ready to breath Ready to breath