The Storm Is in a Room

We are the shattered guys
We just need to protect ourselves
Hit in the face by stones
With all the time to lick our wounds
Fed by the same fluid
Grown up with the same fucking hopes
We are the limping shapes
We need to be careful not to cross the edge

Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Try to flex your head
Try to bang your head
Try to smash your head

Can you hear this sound, mate?
If you get close you'll feel it on your face
The storm is in a room
I will get to spit my teeth

Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Try to flex your head
Try to bang your head
Try to smash your head
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Try to flex your head
Try to bang your head
Try to smash your head

Head up
Not to lose the breath
I will keep it until I'm dead

Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Try to flex your head
Try to bang your head
Try to smash your head
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Here's my rock n' roll
Try to flex your head
Try to bang your head
Try to smash your head
Hey!



Credits
Writer(s): Riccardo De Padova
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