Burnt Lime

well, no angel is gonna sigh
for my mistakes, they're only mine
hanging like honors from my life
in my worn out old creosote coat
and the horror had its own time
all disasters had their start
and every hug, word or secret desire
are hanging from the barbed wire

'cause ain't got nothing but burnt lime

but you know, it happened sometimes
that weird smell of brimstone and slime
scary when begin to rise
to setting everything on fire
well, a chill running down my spine
but I doesn't feel it like mine
even monsters at some point we'll cry
even monsters someday we'll die

'cause ain't got nothing but burnt lime

i remember a beautiful face
surrounded by silver haze
but I no longer hear the soft voice
telling me there's always a choice



Credits
Writer(s): Francisco J. Galacho
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