Paroles: Faded Grey. A Quiet Time Of Desperation. To Rest.

Take these thoughts away.
I don't want to think today.
Erase my memory.
I beg free me from this pain.

Cleanse this tired soul.
This fight has grown old.
Nowhere left to run.
What's done is done.

Will I ever be at peace?
I'm only asking for release.
Dark clouds form again.
Regrets - I can't forget.

Yeah!

Cleanse this tired soul.
This fight has grown old.
Nowhere left to run.
What's done is done