θέλω όλα να γίνουν όπως ήταν.
τι σκατά έχουμε πάθει όλοι;
γιατί παλεύουμε;
που πήγε τόση αγάπη;
θέλω όλα να γίνουν όπως παλιά.
όλα να γίνουν όπως παλιά.
όπως παλιά.
Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man have a look in my eyes,
underneath my skin there is violent man got a gun in its hand,
ready to make
sense of
anyone, anything.
Black holes living in the side of your face
razor wire spinning around your blistering sky
blistering sky, bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky, bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why,
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky, bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why.
Personal responsibility, personal response insanity.
Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man, without the blood on his hands, come and make me a martyr come and break my feeling, with your violence with the gun to my head,
ready to take
out
anyone anywhere.
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your heart, blistering sky blistering sky,bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky, bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why,
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky, bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why.
Personal responsibility, personal response insanity.
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your, blistering sky,
bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why,
bullets are the beauty of the blistering sky, bullets are the beauty and I don’t know why.
Personal responsibility, personal response insanity.