Diary Of Dreams

Tales of the Silent City


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I wonder how I got here
My feet are very sore sore
I must have walked for ages
I wish I know what for

Children with black eyes
Can't see through my disguise
I don't belong here
I don't know where I'm from
Since I remember nothing
I just keep moshing march
Moshing march
Moshing march

My lost words, will be my first word
Born
I feel my sad-ness grow away
No more children of the cold

Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Is this the end of days, than no one
Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Is this the end of days, than no one

I don't belong here
I don't know where I'm from
Since I remember nothing
I just keep moshing march
Moshing march
Moshing march
Moshing march

No absolution, no respect
I still remember, I can't forget
My deepest secrets
Can you take me, take me home
Never told remaining secret
Please lets go what wants to go

Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Is this the end of days, than no one
Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise
Is this the end of days, than no one

Moshing march
Moshing march


Autor(es): Diary of Dreams