Testo di Bellew

Contemplation over this Everything disaster is It's true The climbing sources Empty out the mood When I found blue When I found blue Consequences reached a twist Everything disaster is Is pure The evening of everything untrue When I found blue When I found blue A floating ghost of numbers twist The sheen come off the specter's wrist Now cut to watch the tripping through it Warming wounds to feed the new age Beating public rage and treason Subject ate this stinging feeling Once again to feel it through The blue Condemnation feels the debt A thousand nights of knives digged in Reduce those darkened forces From a naked view When I found blue When I found blue