Unnamed Dark Song
There is silence at the end and then looking at each face
Cleaning windows from the dust or just making room for blood
Sound of despair pricks your eyes
when you raise your broken arms to heaven
People walking with a dread, gory image in a head
Mutilations and the pain make a story every day
Looking at their little eyes and then shortly realize
They're crying
Give salt to me and let my wound become
Just a small scar
Give birth to them but leave them in a calm
They deserve it
Keep ruining but I would say goodbye
No much water in a pan, only questions 'why?' and 'when?'
Finding back doors of the mess when all dinosaurs still rest
Making promises you'll live and that you won't run and be forever
Forever
Hectic looking for some clothes, understanding that you're lost
Quiet praying to God for the Noah's saving Ark
Straining ears if they're alive
and then looking how their eyes are closing
They're closing
Give salt to me and let my wound become
Just a small scar
Give birth to them but leave them in a calm
They deserve it
Keep ruining but I would say no, no, this is for me too much
Break hearts but
not the children ones,
They are too young to turn
So dark
Give salt to me and let my wound is now
much greater eyes are looking at my a-
Cleaning windows from the dust or just making room for blood
Sound of despair pricks your eyes
when you raise your broken arms to heaven
People walking with a dread, gory image in a head
Mutilations and the pain make a story every day
Looking at their little eyes and then shortly realize
They're crying
Give salt to me and let my wound become
Just a small scar
Give birth to them but leave them in a calm
They deserve it
Keep ruining but I would say goodbye
No much water in a pan, only questions 'why?' and 'when?'
Finding back doors of the mess when all dinosaurs still rest
Making promises you'll live and that you won't run and be forever
Forever
Hectic looking for some clothes, understanding that you're lost
Quiet praying to God for the Noah's saving Ark
Straining ears if they're alive
and then looking how their eyes are closing
They're closing
Give salt to me and let my wound become
Just a small scar
Give birth to them but leave them in a calm
They deserve it
Keep ruining but I would say no, no, this is for me too much
Break hearts but
not the children ones,
They are too young to turn
So dark
Give salt to me and let my wound is now
much greater eyes are looking at my a-
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