Texty:
Kutless Dying To Become

what we do Dying to become more like You We draw the lines and we cross them too We don?t know what we?ve done But it?s what we do Dying to become more

Preklad: Kutless. Umierajúci sa stať.

I?m a broken satellite Wandering out on my own We draw the lines And we cross them too We don?t know what we?ve done But it?s what we do Dying to become