Stress

I wake up just in time all the heat is around
I melt like a freckle coming out in the sun
Like a cat I still search for reviving the unknown
My next step is to burn all the things that are thrown

If you feel all this stress, for the days that were lost
For the dreams that aren' t born, there is a way out
Let's build a deep well, to hold in our sounds
To wash away our doubts, not thinking about

We all talk and we fight with the same plastic blades
Like puppets preferring to move all the same
But I don' t give a fuck I am now in a lake
Like a home that my grandma enclosed tender days

If you feel all this stress, for the days that were lost
For the dreams that aren' t born, there is a way out
Lets build a deep well, to hold in our sounds
To wash away our doubts, not thinking about



Credits
Writer(s): Elia Tsara
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