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Lyrics
Chances & threads
Album: Time Bandit [future release]
LP/CD
01: chances & threads (5:40) Songtext Streaming (Full Version) O your own existence. To let the presure fade away. The will to feel your own now. Relief from the inner pain. Well let the snow fall down first before I can call you a friend. The white and frozen inverts your past into today. I'm on the edge Make the gods surrender. Right on the rift between all of the chances and threats. Because the life is a sword Double edged, overgrown with all the rosewood of dreams and the worms of the shades. Can't tell the cold from fire I feel it burn, it's just the same. Is this shame or desire? Am I'm the one to blame? I've seen it all, I felt it. Or maybe I just failed? Hope something can be mended. To rise or go to hell.
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Datenschutzerklärung sowie Rechtshinweisen
Lyrics
Chances & threads
Album: Time Bandit [future
release]
LP/CD
01: chances & threads (5:40) Songtext Streaming (Full Version) O your own existence. To let the presure fade away. The will to feel your own now. Relief from the inner pain. Well let the snow fall down first before I can call you a friend. The white and frozen inverts your past into today. I'm on the edge Make the gods surrender. Right on the rift between all of the chances and threats. Because the life is a sword Double edged, overgrown with all the rosewood of dreams and the worms of the shades. Can't tell the cold from fire I feel it burn, it's just the same. Is this shame or desire? Am I'm the one to blame? I've seen it all, I felt it. Or maybe I just failed? Hope something can be mended. To rise or go to hell.
