What kind of sound
I think I can hear
The guns and bullets calling
I really know
You would be falling
You wouldn't need to breath
In these sinner air
This day'll be grey
So take my advice
And wait for the dawning
Wait for the blood out of death
Tomorrow morning
This's look seems tragic
So you don't need to stay in this land
But you can live at the highest place
In space to rest and stay.
No comments:
Post a Comment