Bless Me Now
Black and grey is all I could see
No sun could make me see clearer
Toil and pain, who should I blame?
Can't see my face in the mirror
Bless me now
Quicksand's getting higher
Bless me now
No air left for me to breathe
Make believe, you're able to save
Tell me if I'm one of the chosen
I'll close my eyes and begin to pray
Hell now is becoming closer
Bless me now
Quicksand's getting higher
Bless me now
No air left for me to breathe
Autor(es): Eugene Simone
