Heaven?

Infected wounds that cross
My head full of victims
'D feel better refused than locked
In a place self defined heaven

'D feel better dead
'D feel better yeah

Respected tombs where worms
Yet had good banquets
You look at wars but don't you
Feel you're already dead

I have to escape
I have to escape

And your faults
Are signed in red
And you run
But you're running in vane
And your faults
Are signed in red
And you run
But you're running from yourself
Yeah

'Feel better refused than locked
In a place self defined heaven

'D feel better
'D feel better
'D feel better dead

'D feel better dead
'D feel better yeahh



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Writer(s): Filippo Braccini
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