A slave of a story A serving without glory For you there´s no other way To get to the end of the day Just a messenger of lies Your senses in disguise You and your story may die Counting scars on your hands And your world seems to have no sense
A slave of a story A serving without glory For you there´s no other way To get to the end of the day Just a messenger of lies Your senses in disguise You and your story may die Counting scars on your hands And your world seems to have no sense