Wild Time
Wild time grows in the sand
The only way to death
And all the streets are full of snow
Just try and taste the end
Some of us flow
And some of us hide
Thats the way of life
And all the dfferent
Different ones
Wants to kill the edge
I hold some guns
While women drop
From out, out of space
We came to die
On this romantic mile
We came to die
And steal your only smile
I'm waiting in the sand
And try to break free
I can't see anything
Or even feel myself
The only way to death
And all the streets are full of snow
Just try and taste the end
Some of us flow
And some of us hide
Thats the way of life
And all the dfferent
Different ones
Wants to kill the edge
I hold some guns
While women drop
From out, out of space
We came to die
On this romantic mile
We came to die
And steal your only smile
I'm waiting in the sand
And try to break free
I can't see anything
Or even feel myself
Credits
Writer(s): The Woman Inside
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