The Highlander

You tapped into the night Breathing it throught the end You're feeling nuclear Have you ever bend Wolves at your door Yelling at your rest Giving you some more Feeding your own crazyness Walking down in this blinded crowd with a massive state of violent loneliness Knocking down this heavy cross in the gap of night, life is a despered mess Stuck with no return Cracks cracks on your soul To early to discern Too late for control Walking down in this blinded crowd with a massive state of violent loneliness Knocking down this heavy cross in the gap of night, life is a despered mess