Текст песни Outcry - Disquiet

Outcry to the heavens as I feel my departing soul
Ripping through my flesh, why?! I ask
As I can sense my fear of what will come, what still has to be

And I feel the flames rise up in me, yet I know this cannot be
The scent of roses... this scent of roses
For soon we shall be one once again

Can't stand the pain, nothing to gain, feel like I'm skin
Blood in my veins, seen through my eyes, tears not disguised
Look at the skies, it's outta my hands

But yet I know that I'm to blame
For this I deserve & this is my fate
Feel like I'm torn apart, ripped apart
Dying now, Outcry

But yet I know that I'm to blame
For this I deserve & this is my fate
Feel like I'm torn apart, ripped apart
Dying now, it,s outta my hands

Feeling left behind, deserted like a small child
Left in it's cradle to rot, senseless, that's what I am
As I can't fuckin' think straight anymore
A heartbeat as if a thousand soldiers are marching through my chest
Still searching for a way outta this hell cuz I'm a total fucking mess

But yet I know that I'm to blame
For this I deserve & this is my fate
Feel like I'm torn apart, ripped apart
Dying now, it's outta my hands