Black Songtext
von Manntra
Black Songtext
You reap what you sow
Feel you′ve grown
Doubt in your heart you've planted
Distrust others
Never bother
Never go out of your way to help another
Words of yesterday
Seem so unarmed
But tomorrow may never come
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Wind-like voices
Gave me a choice
"Maroon your shores or be free"
Here I am
Standing in a cell
A prison that you built just for me
Words of yesterday
Seem so unarmed
But tomorrow may never come
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Feel you′ve grown
Doubt in your heart you've planted
Distrust others
Never bother
Never go out of your way to help another
Words of yesterday
Seem so unarmed
But tomorrow may never come
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Wind-like voices
Gave me a choice
"Maroon your shores or be free"
Here I am
Standing in a cell
A prison that you built just for me
Words of yesterday
Seem so unarmed
But tomorrow may never come
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
When it starts to snow
And your soul made of gold
Turns to dirt and then I know
Your heart turns black
Your blood gets cold
Your mask is off
And I see ugly creatures standing
Right in front of me
Writer(s): Marko Purisic, Maja Kolaric, Marko Matijevic Sekul, Boris Kolaric, Andrea Kert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com