Testo di Mud

You don't let me dream. You're waking me up Just to drink with me one warm cup of mud I feel so ashamed. You're shaving your skin Your blood runs insane while my will is weak Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess This night looks so grim inspired by the storm My faint childhood dreams would not ever grow I feel ready now. This fear makes me blind I'm drowning deep down. You're rising Your triumph is a fake but you won't confess We're booth made of mud