Текст (слова) песни: Wounded - Day Of Joy

What are these dark and wicked things you always show me?
Cutting deep inside the blind part of my overloaded mind.
Spinning on to become a gentle yet a foul and elusive thought.
I create, but I cannot decipher that whats in my head.
I hide.

I see we have a fight once more, how they never pass me by.
Its unbelievable how they always arrive on time.
Tranquillize me with aggressive drugs, yet awake I see they never left my
sleeping head.
Im running out of time, were running out of time.
Im running out of time, were running out of time.

I have lost my sense on a bitter day,
Yet I lay my trust in your bleeding hands.
Hoping that my faith will never die.
Were running out of time.
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