goddess of chaos
The world has already ended
Several times
I was dancing
In different places in different time
I was staring on red and white sign
Bottom of trees was covered with graves
Situation depends on how they behave
I see the clear moon that gave me birth
I have heavy vertigos
I live on the earth
My hair looks like deep ocean waves
My tears are sea salt from the caves
My white skirt was made from bones
I'm goddess of chaos
I can't get lost
(O-oh, o-oh)
The night is young
The moon is blind
Every day you have to fight
(O-oh, o-oh)
Touching the sky is giving you freedom
But what to do if you were forgiven
Steal the knowledge of ancestors
Find the answers for their letters
My hands are branches fell apart
My soul is bleeding from the heart
My black shoes were made from dirt
I'm goddess of chaos
I can't get hurt
(O-oh, o-oh)
Different parts of the kindest nature
(I don't wanna to forget)
Leaving without getting any pleasure
(To forget, to forget)
There's no need to be at home anymore
(I don't wanna them be dead)
My mind is like compass, it leads to my soul
(Them be dead, them be dead)
My mind is like compass, it leads to my soul
Several times
I was dancing
In different places in different time
I was staring on red and white sign
Bottom of trees was covered with graves
Situation depends on how they behave
I see the clear moon that gave me birth
I have heavy vertigos
I live on the earth
My hair looks like deep ocean waves
My tears are sea salt from the caves
My white skirt was made from bones
I'm goddess of chaos
I can't get lost
(O-oh, o-oh)
The night is young
The moon is blind
Every day you have to fight
(O-oh, o-oh)
Touching the sky is giving you freedom
But what to do if you were forgiven
Steal the knowledge of ancestors
Find the answers for their letters
My hands are branches fell apart
My soul is bleeding from the heart
My black shoes were made from dirt
I'm goddess of chaos
I can't get hurt
(O-oh, o-oh)
Different parts of the kindest nature
(I don't wanna to forget)
Leaving without getting any pleasure
(To forget, to forget)
There's no need to be at home anymore
(I don't wanna them be dead)
My mind is like compass, it leads to my soul
(Them be dead, them be dead)
My mind is like compass, it leads to my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Ekaterina Arharova
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