Cold Weapon - 080508

JUST FEED MY EYES

I don't think what I want
I just think what I see
What I see I m left behind a wall steep climb out of lies
I buried the hatchet since the start
It seems you never got this out of mind
Everywords I wondered just became gasoline igniting your teeth
I fall and lay on the coldest floor
Hope this is the last place I can call home

This is not a secret dancing on my lips
This is not the reason
I m not running away from you, I m not running away
Everytime I tried to follow a different light

Everytime,just feed,my eyes

Sky is not the same since I m watching it through this window
That's the proof that I can still fill my lung or probably I wish to drown myself into the rest of a memory never get a sense

Close your eyes,and nothing more

Close your eyes and nothing more,you won't see distance from this road. Guide you hands and fly away. I hope to get chance to prevail

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Music

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• cold
• weapon
• just
• feed
• my
• eyes
• 08
• 05
• hardcore
• giuseppe
• simone