Standing in the place of hysterical madness Seeing nothing except The illusion of sadness Looking to the eyes of a fading infinity Being in the condition of total disability Running away from an approaching sorrow trying to find the purpose of enduring till tomorrow There’s no place to run to No place to hide There’s nothing that i can do But execute my pride Þetta er reyndar texti fyrir lag en samt sem áður..
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
