Unfolding And Fading Testo

Tripping
under the acid rain
our shrivled skin
asunders empty pain
I'm swallowed in these fears

I curse my fallen tears

The better cure for weeping
what sweeter eyes could forever keep me
Keeping
inside a sad goodbye
I'll never know
and with a tinsel sigh
you love to show your hold
and love to flaunt your gold

I curse my fallen tears
the better cure for weeping

As my frail heart bleeds
I feel the moonlight breathe
a taste of heaven's kiss
sweet morning mist