Текст (слова) песни: Mushroomhead - Sun Doesn`t Rise

Some kind of evidence
Some kind of reason
Why I cant find a way
To begin my life

Somewhere in this dying day
If I can only find a way for my escape
I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes

To begin my life

I cant feel my faith cant recall my crime
I think I sealed my fate along the way I may have lost my mind
I guess were all damaged in our own way
Alone in our own way
Distant headlights desolate highway

Sun doesnt rise at all
Who knows how far Ill fall
Sun doesnt rise at all
Who knows how far Ill fall

With eyes wide open
I cant recall my crime I think I sealed my fate
I can watch my world evolve
Alone in our own way, I think I sealed my fate
Nothing left to die for
I cant recall my crime I think I sealed my fate
Thoughts inside can make me crawl
Think I sealed my fate
Make me drop down on my knees
Break me down until I question me
Darkness cant destroy my drive

Sun doesnt rise at all
Who knows how far Ill fall
Sun doesnt rise at all
Welcome my downfall
Sun doesnt rise at all

Somewhere in this dying day as I plan my great escape
I find it hard to concentrate while you maintain to control
I fold and falter, empty alter, all I gave I pray it makes me whole
I think the brinks around the corner
Theres an error in my soul

I cant feel my faith cant recall my crime
I think I sealed my fate along the way I may have lost my mind
I guess were all damaged in our own way
Alone in our own way
Distant headlights desolate highway

Sun doesnt rise at all
Who knows how far Ill fall
Sun doesnt rise at all
Who knows how far Ill fall

I cant feel my faith
Cant recall my crime
Damaged in our own way
Alone in our own way
Desolate highway
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