While the tears came down
It was thinking about the stars
It poured out its heart
It opened up its stupid mind
Trying to be gentle with itself
Trying with its all
It tried with my soul
But I was dead
Close your eyes and remember the hurts you made
Open your closet and find the character you were
Set your sex to the fire and find me
Find us
And just try do not let it go
Let your words burn in your mouth
Taste your lies
Be
However to add a insult to the injury, it started to rain
And it was afraid of the thunders
It was afraid to go into the rain and see its skin
It has been trying to have your closet's key
Trying to be gentle with you
Trying with its all
It tried with my soul
But I was dead
I was
And you never be
By the way when start to rain again
Please, do not be of anything
Take its clothing off and wait
The stars are going to appear once again
At this moment do not think
Be
Just be
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Just be
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quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2015
Love is word
I was talking to the butterfly
that sat down in my bed today
I don´t know if it could
or not
understand one of my flights
anyway
I let my breath tell about my heavens
I set up my rules
hunt for prey
raven
that´s not because you are
but who you have been
you´re here and you´re far
´cause they told about sin
are they be able to drink me?
are they ready to taste my blood?
No
that´s the real answer
they talk about the King
but they do not know Him
they just kill to wash their mind
they just kill to cash their bind
are they be able to sink me?
are they ready to fast?
Me!?
I will be
I will be
I´ll be back
Don´t be sad
Love is word
Words are mad
that sat down in my bed today
I don´t know if it could
or not
understand one of my flights
anyway
I let my breath tell about my heavens
I set up my rules
hunt for prey
raven
that´s not because you are
but who you have been
you´re here and you´re far
´cause they told about sin
are they be able to drink me?
are they ready to taste my blood?
No
that´s the real answer
they talk about the King
but they do not know Him
they just kill to wash their mind
they just kill to cash their bind
are they be able to sink me?
are they ready to fast?
Me!?
I will be
I will be
I´ll be back
Don´t be sad
Love is word
Words are mad
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