Nhạc sĩ: Joao Silva | Lời: Joao Silva
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Artists have no keys,
it's everywhere,
just a moment.
Manage to show this world, chaos in my veins.
Silent screams, after when war's closing in.
Empty bottles,
broken dreams,
just a fleeting spin.
Dig a ditch, wasteland, share and act a boy.
Shadowed hopes, died souls, can't fill the void.
We took the sharp edge,
emptied beyond this mess.
Worn out battle scars,
made impossible to suppress.
Lost in the noise, don't know where to turn.
Fire in my chest, comes and burns.
Disseminate, fight for a right to feel.
Such a meaning, something real.
Ghosts of past,
dragging me down,
chains on my feet.
Fight the future, it's a false retreat.
End the broken surface,
every damn day,
struggle to find our way,
in the disarray.
Trace of dreams, laying in the yard.
Seconds as winter's gone.
Scream from rooftops, up and low.
Living fast, like burning soul.
Lost in the noise, don't know where to turn.
Fire in my chest, comes and burns.
Disseminate, fight for a right to feel.
Such a meaning, something real.
Ghosts of past,
dragging me down,
chains on my feet.
Fight the future, it's a false retreat.
End the broken surface,
every damn day,
struggle to find our way,
in the disarray.
Trace of dreams,
laying in the yard.
Seconds as winter's gone.
Scream from rooftops, up and low.
Living fast, like burning soul.
Lost in the noise, don't know where to turn.
Fire in my chest, comes and burns.
Disseminate, fight for a right to feel.
Such a meaning, something real.
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