Dead or cold
Nothing as it seems
Fly so far
But someone clipped the wings
I could beat my throat
It’d only turn to screams
When was the point that god knew
There was no one listening

There was no one listening
Was no one listening

My sweaty days
I close my eyes and sneak off to the sea
I'm drinking blood rain skies
And dream of family
And I ask the world, “Don’t turn”
It only turns to screams
When was the point that god knew
There was no one listening

There was no one listening
Was no one listening

I can’t fake this.

IMPRIMER LES PAROLES