Thursday: The Confrontation

Confront, my faith, my condition
Confront, my leanings, my religion
Confront, my ties, my dependance
COnfront, until nothing is left here

Let me go, Let me go, please...

Confront, with fire, with conviction
Confront, with pride, with resolution
Confront, with anger, with destruction
Confront, until there's nothing left here

Been sleeping for too long
Engrossed in my lethargy
It's time to wake up

Seasons come, seasons go
But I'm still the same
Listless under the rain

Seasons come, seasons go
But I can't move my own lips
If only you were here

Forgotten hope, buried hope...

Let me go, Let me go, please...

Seasons come, seasons go
But I'm still the same
Listless under the rain

Seasons come, seasons go
But I can't move my own lips
If only you were here



Credits
Writer(s): Unai Rubio
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