Cold Weapon - The Quiet The Storm

And the morning after I woke up
My eyes were burning by the sun
A constant beating through my ears but nothing, you left to me to feel
What the fuck is this sense of bitterness on my tongue
Now I see the world in black and white
Forgetting all my steps

Today I swore, this life is fucking hating me
Tonight I swear, my heart is so heavy to carry it on and reading this face
as a broken mirror that quickly turns to blue.

There was an expect that never change
The way I used to love was simply not the same
Maybe it's time,for me young lover to know how to love without a backdoor
Stop collecting all my bones,I m fucking scared this always be me.

I m fucking scared, I m fucking....

Empty boxes,empty legs
I know you re not this quiet in this storm
I m not a sailor of pledge deserving to live between shells
I said goodbye my captain,this time is gonna be last forever
The storm is coming back but I never had the sense to feel it
this bad

And there's nothing left to do,than write this note for you
To remind you how we loved be this quiet in this storm
Inherit this bottle if they will open my chest
You will find my lungs were empty as the hell on the doomsday

Fill my fucking lungs
Fill 'em

YOU NEVER HAD THE GRACE

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• cold
• weapon
• hardcore
• italy
• giuseppe
• simone