Idioma Origen:
So restless
These walls drain my thoughts...
Room 307
Can't find my way out.
It used to be my home
This cage, far from my comfort zone
Alive but without control...Fear is taking hold
I should cross the line...Confront like the blind
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
Break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living
I dont recognise my soul
Condemnded to live in this black hole?
Dig within time...and crave what is mine
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
To break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living
I should cross the line...Confront like the blind
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
To break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living...
It's a hill to climb
Would be a dream if I design a future
And not the end of time.
Idioma Destino:
So restless
These walls drain my thoughts...
Room 307
Can't find my way out.
It used to be my home
This cage, far from my comfort zone
Alive but without control...Fear is taking hold
I should cross the line...Confront like the blind
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
Break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living
I dont recognise my soul
Condemnded to live in this black hole?
Dig within time...and crave what is mine
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
To break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living
I should cross the line...Confront like the blind
Hear a distant cry...
Would you tell me how
To break the cycle that I'm in
And discover the living...
It's a hill to climb
Would be a dream if I design a future
And not the end of time.