Letras:
Wolverine Cold Light Of Monday

Upon a cold floor in a filthy room In a river of blood she cries... she cries And artwork of pain And the brushstrokes are red Fighting the emptiness

Just when she thought that things couldn't get much worse Just when she thought that things would get better It all returns with reinforcements from

"Oh what a ride... I can't believe it... Felt so free... inside... A new beginning? Dare I believe it? My friends advise me to step inside..." She's

Now that I've lost you and failed in every way, And I've given the last of faith to chance It tears my soul to face my failure And to know what it finally

[Instrumental]

Sweet little Sarah, dressed in innocence Trying hard to hide the tears running down her face Sweet little Sarah, all scared inside In the middle of a