Blue Blood Red Sky
And for so long, you've been ruled by greed intentions
Buy leather jackets then you skin yourself
It's what you choose
An easy way to escape from this maze
There is no place like your place
When darkness beats the day
And may the calm clean you up and heal your conscience
Repeat the pattern to be like the rest
It's a good move when you remain in silence
Showdown for every player
But They shuffle the decks
Waking up, my cooffe, black
Waving at the neighbour, white
And the shackles are there
When you drag them on the ground
The wellness and the bound
Taken from the shit around
Maybe's time to burn
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise 'cause
Cruelty's blood is blue
And will flood around
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
Let it paint our faces
We are breathing used air
So foul in this prison
Protects ourselves from beloved enemies
And all this rusty guillotines are now so harmless
Bird picks ain't getting sharpen
They can't fly without wings
Early morning, soft sprouts
Late at night, are burned into ashes
I just want you to take your head out of the hole
Write a poem, but make sure
Nothing rhymes with "Shit" at all
Maybe's time to burn
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
And will flood around
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
Let it paint our faces
I will see the melting ice
And the spark exploding
And the world sinking so fast
Everybody is drowning
Buy leather jackets then you skin yourself
It's what you choose
An easy way to escape from this maze
There is no place like your place
When darkness beats the day
And may the calm clean you up and heal your conscience
Repeat the pattern to be like the rest
It's a good move when you remain in silence
Showdown for every player
But They shuffle the decks
Waking up, my cooffe, black
Waving at the neighbour, white
And the shackles are there
When you drag them on the ground
The wellness and the bound
Taken from the shit around
Maybe's time to burn
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise 'cause
Cruelty's blood is blue
And will flood around
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
Let it paint our faces
We are breathing used air
So foul in this prison
Protects ourselves from beloved enemies
And all this rusty guillotines are now so harmless
Bird picks ain't getting sharpen
They can't fly without wings
Early morning, soft sprouts
Late at night, are burned into ashes
I just want you to take your head out of the hole
Write a poem, but make sure
Nothing rhymes with "Shit" at all
Maybe's time to burn
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
And will flood around
The heaven above you
Maybe's time to rise
'cause cruelty's blood is blue
Let it paint our faces
I will see the melting ice
And the spark exploding
And the world sinking so fast
Everybody is drowning
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Anguela Queralt, Adria Bertran Martinez, Francisco Javier Dorado Lopez, Joaquim Mas Baneras
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