Mental Home Christmas Mercy текст песни, слова песни Christmas Mercy Mental Home
Mental Home - Christmas Mercy
Suffering comes again... again...
So alone, like leaf on the wind in little world.
Ask yourself "Where is my God?"
Still alive, your skin on face's like a stone,
No one stands near your bed, you lay unmove.
Darkness closes and dried lips feel the heat,
Oh, my God, how much I repent...
Sun goes down, and never rised for seven years.
Mist of night embraced your wheel chair.
Think of past, and bitter piece seals your throat,