Вершы: Empire Hideous (The). Other. This Dead Season.

This dead season, a plagued toward conformity
Withdraw incentive like a vampire
I've known happiness, I've known pain
And these tears remain my punishment

I can't follow through the rain
Wishing for something to lead me back again
Take these bliss times from my pain
And never mind what I say
And never mind what I say
And never mind what I say

This dead season, controlled my misery
The endless passing of your memory
We shared a moment that I captured in my locket
And now I'm staring at an empty ring

I can't follow through the rain
I lost my passions with my paradise
I can't control what like I drain
But never mind what I say
Never mind what I say
Never mind what I say
Never mind what I say