Paroles de Seven

Your blood runs cold Colder then the fear I n your eyes And mine wont look away this time T he life you led H as cut through your souls depth N ow its your hour Its time to reap what youve sewn Cower The lifes you rape are not your own Its our eyes that blind Cut out the ones that look away M y weakness ends So does the reign of your destrucion Power Cut through the weakness Break the bones In hands that hold me back Hour Its time to reap what youve sewn Cower The lifes you rape Your blood runs cold Your blood runs cold Break the bones In hands that hold me back Break the bones That hold me back