Testo di SHURA

I’ve seen the same face In a thousand shapes So many blades left in my spine What’s one more to the nape? (Disdain) Still feel the pain of the fracture A bandage to the wound is something I'm yet to capture There’s only bones in the shape of me Nothing but a shell And nothing more you can take from me What’s the point in looking back on the memories? South of heaven Only surrounded by my enemies Everything I am In spite of you I know I'm not perfect And far from it But nothing could convince me That I'm below you Nothing like you No Maybe happiness isnt for me Your heart beats still in your chest Your own crow left to pick the pieces That are left Your heart beats still in your chest Your own crow left to pick the pieces That are left I’ve seen the same face In a thousand shapes So many blades left in my spine What’s one more to the nape? (Disdain) Still feel the pain of the fracture A bandage to the wound is something I'm yet to capture There’s only bones in the shape of me Nothing but a shell And nothing more you can take from me What’s the point in looking back on the memories? South of heaven Only surrounded by my enemies