Souls

Love the face that's facing the dawn Love to hate reflections, it's your connection All the broken records, live through a grade, do not fall Falling down, it's your conception Fast on the stage, breaking, it's a cross But it's lost, and your memory isn't really on a lovely spot I want to see your old souls Salvation, no complication Do you want to go? Fastest call, calling for more It's a reminder, look around There is a chain-reaction in your veins Just like some dying trees falling to the ground Fade away, it's your conception Help me to see the land of disease Lack of hope and motivation Your mind is blocked it's just like a stone I can't stand here, all alone I can't ignore you Remember that picture is a fake Smiling, fade away