Teksty: Adema. Speculum.

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There are so many people dying
You complain about your situation
What about me?
Half the world wouldn't know what it's like to lose your seed
Maybe you can understand how it feels

I cannot reach that soul
You're probably watching over us
Know that I think of you
It's killing me

The guilt has lasted, you still cry
It was all planned out
Why was I last to know
Don't you trust in me
The table's cold, it's too late
To make up for these mistakes
Maybe you can't understand how it feels

I cannot reach that soul
You're probably watching over us
Know that I think of you
It's killing me
If I would have known
I can't say what I would have done
If you could forgive
I'd like to rest with you someday