Idioma Origen:
(There's someting inside, they can't get to. They can't touch, it's yours. -What are you talkin' 'bout? - Hope.)
Every second breathes life into reason for dying.
Our own ignorance will only stunt our final will to live.
Bound and gagged.
I feel forced back in a losing race.
I've been stepped on and passed by but I have enough hope to keep fighting.
All of my pain.
Driven by suffering (2x)
Every single choice I must make.
Driven by suffering. (2x)
Suffering.
Idioma Destino:
(There's someting inside, they can't get to. They can't touch, it's yours. -What are you talkin' 'bout? - Hope.)
Every second breathes life into reason for dying.
Our own ignorance will only stunt our final will to live.
Bound and gagged.
I feel forced back in a losing race.
I've been stepped on and passed by but I have enough hope to keep fighting.
All of my pain.
Driven by suffering (2x)
Every single choice I must make.
Driven by suffering. (2x)
Suffering.