As I Loom
It's a bad day or just my bad life
I'm so tired I want to go home
But I left dirty lame inside
It's burnout, don't answer the phone
This rain don't cut off my soul
And I'll leave this old grey town
Have you seen a night without sky?
It's a bad day, I want back my life
Rusty gate is open all time
Half past eight, He screams far away
Why the Bent Tree is broken and burnt?
Half past eight, He runs on my way
Cheers to this stairway to chaos
His broken face on this wet ground
I draw mom and dad without pen
Half past ten, He sleeps after a round
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for mistakes without sins and cry
In my pocket money and time
Have you seen where I put my wings
In my drawers shirts and ties
I just want to fuck with Jane
Oh I was a fucking rock star
I saw her, She screams with no voice
Broken trousers playing for Jane
I have not a moment to pee
Tell me, what's a friend for you?
He's a patience as everyone
Your green eyes are changing the chords
Look at me, here's your brother alone
That's your fault, you better don't ask!
Nothing's left of the B.T.S
Throw my wings and know my pain
But a crazy, a doctor, the memory of Jane
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for mistakes without sins and cry
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for years without sins and cry
I'm so tired I want to go home
But I left dirty lame inside
It's burnout, don't answer the phone
This rain don't cut off my soul
And I'll leave this old grey town
Have you seen a night without sky?
It's a bad day, I want back my life
Rusty gate is open all time
Half past eight, He screams far away
Why the Bent Tree is broken and burnt?
Half past eight, He runs on my way
Cheers to this stairway to chaos
His broken face on this wet ground
I draw mom and dad without pen
Half past ten, He sleeps after a round
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for mistakes without sins and cry
In my pocket money and time
Have you seen where I put my wings
In my drawers shirts and ties
I just want to fuck with Jane
Oh I was a fucking rock star
I saw her, She screams with no voice
Broken trousers playing for Jane
I have not a moment to pee
Tell me, what's a friend for you?
He's a patience as everyone
Your green eyes are changing the chords
Look at me, here's your brother alone
That's your fault, you better don't ask!
Nothing's left of the B.T.S
Throw my wings and know my pain
But a crazy, a doctor, the memory of Jane
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for mistakes without sins and cry
Like a fucking worm digging into my life
Thanking God for years without sins and cry
Credits
Writer(s): Giuseppe Zingaro, Giovanni Ondradu
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