The Bag Of Bones Lyrics
We life for hours, live for days, live for years and are just witnesses of a growing colderatmosphere with any thought in webs you're caught of rules and so called choice of freeAnd you don't recognize you go the way especiallymeant for youYou trust in friends that know much better than you about the sense of lifeYou are no more than shit on low-priced shoes, fed with all their liesRestlessness fulfils your dreams there is too much dissatisfiedIt is the wish to fulfil your own will your own choice your own dreamsIn the wrong way it seemsThe bag of bonesCollects your thoughts of your dreamworld like a harvesterThe bag of bonesThe disease of our modern timeThe bag of bonesThe new spun web it grabs your neck
Personal War The Bag Of Bones
