domingo, 9 de febrero de 2014

Mother of light

Tengo que admitir que es cutre dedicar entradas de mi blog a canciones, pero bah. Si tengo un blog de poesía y revolución, cualquier cosa de poesía y revolución tiene cabida, hala. Y esta letra es poesía pura.


It always put me on the edge 
To think of all the spoilt lives 
Today Im one step further 
Not sure if Ive survived myself 

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction 
Whatever happens in my dreams 
And I know it cant be worse than this 
So I prefer to sleep 

I am searching without vision 
For the answers in the dirt 
I am waiting just for nothing 
For the day that Ill be heard 

Youre the sea in which Im floating 
And I lose myself in you 
I am feeling these sensations 
I communicate with you 

I am looking without vision 
For a different kind of way 
I am thinking just for nothing 
About that specific day 

Youre the night so youre the dark side 
Of the day youll never see 
Youre the past but everlasting 
Can you share one day with me? 

Youre the hand that I rejected 
But I cant forgive myself 
I am selfish and not worthy 
To think of, even to die for 

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction 
Whatever happens in my dreams 
I know it cant be worse than this 
So I prefer to sleep 

Tomorrow, dont know where Ill be 
I need some place to go now 
So do you know the way I feel 
Or shall I give up my belief? 

Youre the lock Ive never opened 
Cause I threw away the key 
Im enclosed within my own thoughts 
That will never set me free 

Youre the hand that I rejected 
But I cant forgive myself 
I am selfish and not worthy 
To think of, even to die for 

Youre the question to the answer 
And without therell never be 
Any thought in this direction 
Youve created this in me 

Youre the hand that I rejected 
But I cant forgive myself 
I am selfish and not worthy 
To think of, even to die for 

Serenity is taking over all I am, it gives me peace 
And all I see are visions of my destiny 
Why should I bleed and pay for others greed? 

We consciously sign our own sentence of death 
How can you go on, did you forget 
What we have learnt from the past? 
We cant go on killing ourselves 
And with us all the rest 
Why cant you see, dont you regret? 

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction 
Whatever happens in my dreams 
And I know it cant be worse than this 
So I prefer to sleep 

I am alone with all my thoughts 
Alone without a hope and 
I lost the thing I needed most 
I feel I cant survive this fall

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