mercoledì 16 ottobre 2013

Prague by Blaenavon




They'll steal your soul’s
And turn them into gold
While the village of them all
Made cities out of homes

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear it so
Longing for the wild
In innocence of a child
In the end of a tribe
And the start of the crimes

But these blood red skies
Cover my eyes
From the sleepless nights
And a haunted life

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear it so

Cause there are voices in my head
People screaming you’re not dead
I’m not sure

These kingdoms in my veins
Last playing children’s game
It’s oh so obscure

But it's you I said
You keep running through my head
I swear so






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