I feel like I'm missing the air, my God help me

In a garden of black roses resists my skin

Loneliness accompanies me knowing it's my faith

It gets out of my hands, Mom comes back..

I feel like I'm short of air, my God help me

In a garden of black roses resists my skin

Loneliness accompanies me knowing it's my faith

It gets out of my hands, Mom comes back..

Because reality strikes, because silence between

Words say more than words?

Tell me be kien is if you love us so much, because you don't

You never answer to the one who talks to you

It can't be a sin to love, to feel, I'll never prove

The process of repenting, maybe it's better to hate yourself

Surrender, in holy war where it is better to die, enough!!

And Aora what? dry my tears faith?? I'm sure it's

Turn off the sun and guide me lusbel, and I'll be a shadow like

Tower of bavel.. and your love..., Father remembers!!

The church enacts that I'm a fucking faggot, if that

It's my glue I'm guilty, like an infamous inkition

But I didn't kill anyone!

I'm tears of blood... Where is he!! where he hides my

Happiness!

I'm arto I just want to scream!! get me out of this fucking box

Glass!!!

I feel like I'm short of air, my God help me

In a garden of black roses resists my skin

Loneliness accompanies me knowing it's my faith

It gets out of my hands, Mom comes back..

When it ends, where the beginning of the end begins, if

I just don't expect to be able to open them

All the fraces take me to the same renglon

I still feel guilty about being just me

And already my skin is the wrinkled fabric that in the sun

Whether I try to feel, you live within my heart

And aora wants to get out..

Noo, I doubt... I won't hesitate, I won't doubt my..

Noo, I doubt... I won't hesitate, I won't doubt my..

Noo, I doubt... I won't hesitate, I won't doubt my..

No

I feel like I'm short of air, my God help me

In a garden of black roses resists my skin

Loneliness accompanies me knowing it's my faith

It gets out of my hands, Mom comes back..

I feel like I'm short of air, my God help me

In a garden of black roses resists my skin

Loneliness accompanies me knowing it's my faith

It gets out of my hands, Mom comes back..