Lake of Cries
Words in the sky flying
The mass makes one crying
One half think it's unfair
Others barely care
Hold Tight
Don't Hide
Don't you worry
Stay with me
Don't you worry
Be proud, be sure and fight
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
Can you see
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
The fringe of the essence
Hold tight
Don't hide
Don't you worry
Stay with me
Don't you worry
It's not you, it's not me, it's just we
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
It's not you, it's not me, it's just we
It's not you
We never braced ourselves for him
But he can't help
We suffocate in these lies and we drown
In a lake of cries
We never braced ourselves for him
But he can't help
We suffocate
In these words, in these lies
And we drown
In a lake of cries
We despise
What they consider our ties
Tides coming from the other side
Are overflowing the world
Seeking for his word
For the ones hurt
But it never come from out of a blur
Looking for help and in deep need
When you're alone but still on two feet
You'll need more than a good pack of weed
To imagine a stereotype of a good deed
Your friend lifts you up
Talks as a brother
Inspires those things
You're no longer undercover
And you'll cough up
You think it's time to stop
Stop to fucking it up
The mass makes one crying
One half think it's unfair
Others barely care
Hold Tight
Don't Hide
Don't you worry
Stay with me
Don't you worry
Be proud, be sure and fight
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
Can you see
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
The fringe of the essence
Hold tight
Don't hide
Don't you worry
Stay with me
Don't you worry
It's not you, it's not me, it's just we
I want more, more to take
I want more, more to break
It's not you, it's not me, it's just we
It's not you
We never braced ourselves for him
But he can't help
We suffocate in these lies and we drown
In a lake of cries
We never braced ourselves for him
But he can't help
We suffocate
In these words, in these lies
And we drown
In a lake of cries
We despise
What they consider our ties
Tides coming from the other side
Are overflowing the world
Seeking for his word
For the ones hurt
But it never come from out of a blur
Looking for help and in deep need
When you're alone but still on two feet
You'll need more than a good pack of weed
To imagine a stereotype of a good deed
Your friend lifts you up
Talks as a brother
Inspires those things
You're no longer undercover
And you'll cough up
You think it's time to stop
Stop to fucking it up
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Writer(s): Gregory Paternoster
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