Day Of Joy letra

What are these dark and wicked things you always show me?
Cutting deep inside the blind part of my overloaded mind.
Spinning on to become a gentle yet a foul and elusive thought.
I create, but I cannot decipher that what's in my head.
I hide.

I see we have a fight once more, how they never pass me by.
It's unbelievable how they always arrive on time.
Tranquillize me with aggressive drugs, yet awake I see they never left my
sleeping head.
I'm running out of time, were running out of time.
I'm running out of time, were running out of time.

I have lost my sense on a bitter day,
Yet I lay my trust in your bleeding hands.
Hoping that my faith will never die.
Were running out of time.

The Wounded - Letras

• 18 Carat Dust
• A Dance With The Insane
• Against All Gods
• Atlantic
• Billet Doux
• Black Heart
• Chaos Spectacle
• Child
• Dark Moon Generation
• Day Of Joy
• Frailty Thy Name Is Woman
• Garland
• Grace... Murder... Divine
• Hollow World
• Homeless
• In Silence
• Kings
• Monument
• Mr. Faithful
• Northern Lights
• Red
• Ruins
• Running On Empty
• Smalltown Boy
• Sunset
• The Art Of Grief
• The Cold
• The Fallen
• The Real
• This Paradise
• To Certify Your Eminent (Billet-doux)
• We Are Darker
• We Pass Our Bridal Days
• Wolves We Raised
• Your Roses Will Burn