Coming to Nothing
War is a waste of life
Made by yours
It began in words
End in blood
You see us in your coach
Meanwhile i shoot my gun
I hope still alive
I wish return home
Lost my soul
Sell my ass
Close their eyes
Go to hell
I'm coming
Coming to nothing
Figthing blinded
I could see
how the live It's gone
From the eyes
Of my friend
All in ruins testify
Testify our fears
Is the curse that speaks for everyone
Lost my soul
Sell my ass
Close their eyes
Go to hell
I'm coming
Coming to nothing
Figthing blinded
Made by yours
It began in words
End in blood
You see us in your coach
Meanwhile i shoot my gun
I hope still alive
I wish return home
Lost my soul
Sell my ass
Close their eyes
Go to hell
I'm coming
Coming to nothing
Figthing blinded
I could see
how the live It's gone
From the eyes
Of my friend
All in ruins testify
Testify our fears
Is the curse that speaks for everyone
Lost my soul
Sell my ass
Close their eyes
Go to hell
I'm coming
Coming to nothing
Figthing blinded
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Tellez Cabello
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