A Trace Of Salt, a Perfect Disguise
As if I calm down a tidal wave
While the sky tears us apart
This wind's the slightest problem
I really don't mean to fall in front of your door
I'm getting cold and harmless
I saw your filthy horde in line
My whispers cuts an entire fleet down
Her winds of hate can beat my heart in a blow
That crooked love that fills your mouth
Will hunt you down
Life is a festering wound and victory does not suit you at all
All hidden scars will open when you touch the ground
Your naive bluff fucks up your perfect disguise
A trace of salt
All lies washed ashore
I'll have to find a way to finally forget you
All sins fall of my skin
Fighting the loneliest war
I'll have to find a way to finally forgive you
This tender line will send us both
To a better place
Please, hear the call of your despair
The howl is calling you home
This cause is lost, we ain't got control
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives
There's nothing left for you to take
So you can have your heart back
She stabs me softly as her eyes rolls
And I feel blood soaking my mouth
I was blessed with a crappy life
For you write about
A trace of salt
All lies washed ashore
I'll have to find a way to finally forget you
All sins fall of my skin
Fighting the loneliest war
I'll have to find a way to finally forgive you
Can you sense my quiet power yet?
It comes burning me
It comes easily
While the sky tears us apart
This wind's the slightest problem
I really don't mean to fall in front of your door
I'm getting cold and harmless
I saw your filthy horde in line
My whispers cuts an entire fleet down
Her winds of hate can beat my heart in a blow
That crooked love that fills your mouth
Will hunt you down
Life is a festering wound and victory does not suit you at all
All hidden scars will open when you touch the ground
Your naive bluff fucks up your perfect disguise
A trace of salt
All lies washed ashore
I'll have to find a way to finally forget you
All sins fall of my skin
Fighting the loneliest war
I'll have to find a way to finally forgive you
This tender line will send us both
To a better place
Please, hear the call of your despair
The howl is calling you home
This cause is lost, we ain't got control
I feel like I've lived a thousand lives
There's nothing left for you to take
So you can have your heart back
She stabs me softly as her eyes rolls
And I feel blood soaking my mouth
I was blessed with a crappy life
For you write about
A trace of salt
All lies washed ashore
I'll have to find a way to finally forget you
All sins fall of my skin
Fighting the loneliest war
I'll have to find a way to finally forgive you
Can you sense my quiet power yet?
It comes burning me
It comes easily
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Gabriel Silva De Carvalho, Darlan De Jacob Macedo Rodrigues, Kelvin Emerich De Souza, Pedro Henrique Mello Altoé, Pedro Terra Mendel Araruna
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