From the Ashes
Here comes again, from the saddest place we belong
Driving our lives so far, the begin of this canvas
I am the poet, I am the artist of this muse
I can't explain but something follows me
It is the shadow of what it burns me
From the ashes i rise
If you know what is the reason to whisper the truth
Givin all, Givin all, Givin all
The pray of the damned, living all behind you
This hardest feelings. Can you play the game of the damned?
The weapon, the trigger that paint her curves in our honor
I can't explain but something follows me
It is the shadow of what burns me
From the ashes i rise
You are the answer from their forgiveness, no matter, I will be there for you
Every thing we believe
Every night we belong
Every time you left me alone
And every times that she said I LOVE YOU
And every times that she said I LOVE YOU
YOU SUCK!
If you know what is the reason to whisper the truth
Givin all, Givin all, Givin all
The pray of the damned, living all behind you
This hardest feelings. Can you play the game of the damned?
The weapon, the trigger that paint her curves in our honor
Driving our lives so far, the begin of this canvas
I am the poet, I am the artist of this muse
I can't explain but something follows me
It is the shadow of what it burns me
From the ashes i rise
If you know what is the reason to whisper the truth
Givin all, Givin all, Givin all
The pray of the damned, living all behind you
This hardest feelings. Can you play the game of the damned?
The weapon, the trigger that paint her curves in our honor
I can't explain but something follows me
It is the shadow of what burns me
From the ashes i rise
You are the answer from their forgiveness, no matter, I will be there for you
Every thing we believe
Every night we belong
Every time you left me alone
And every times that she said I LOVE YOU
And every times that she said I LOVE YOU
YOU SUCK!
If you know what is the reason to whisper the truth
Givin all, Givin all, Givin all
The pray of the damned, living all behind you
This hardest feelings. Can you play the game of the damned?
The weapon, the trigger that paint her curves in our honor
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Bram
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