In this solemn field of silence I can barely feel the pain. Blind and Deaf to all the violence and I've always felt this way. La, La-ah, La, La-ah On the wind a smell of misery Fear and death perfume the air It begins again in mystery And I always end up there Always unsuspecting so easy to lure them away from All the angels within I am running Unstoppable And I'm coming from the something that I'm running from becoming one Always Running Like something might be coming To follow me And I'm running from the something that I'm coming from Becoming one I am Letting go of all I know I can barely hear the rain Unstoppable
Attributes | Values |
---|---|
rdfs:label |
|
rdfs:comment |
|
dcterms:subject | |
abstract |
|