Magica - Through Wine

You sell your soul until your dreams are over Ain't that a shame of a life? You buy their lies and live in a world of shadows But wicked words cut like a knife I'm sick and tired of all the questions That I always ask myself I don't know what's wrong with me, What is the answer, what's the key? At the end of the bottle time is gone Seconds crawling for the dawn Your time ain't mine And light races slower Slower and slower Through wine All that you know is right in front of you Someday they'll even steal your dreams Your fate is sealed and there's nothing left to do But taking life to the extremes