Here's the place made to abide Frigid kin that's here to cry Here now talks the voice of thee so awe the melting gold
Thirsty blooms they're mere for death Dreams lift wounds that needs no past Mock the sound of massive bells, collide describing words
We don't need to ply for thee Anger needs not to be seen... that's misery that walks inside of me To cry without been seen
We'll seize the day So we're far from madness rage Then wind will say To wash this ground that's far too great Blow leaves away
Seize the voice of crawling springs Storm of eyegaze falls on our feet These now lock the amnesty of angels dressing blood
Thorns arise from tears of death Dirty groans fulfill the fact Learning how to move again in these rooms of deadly wolves
There's no need to be alike There's no rush to stay on feet... it's misery that walks inside of me To cry without been seen
We'll seize the day So we're far from madness rage Then wind will say To compromise this, far too great Blow leaves away
I will turn it away when I see you I will turn it away when I feel you I will turn it away when I dream you I will turn it away when I kill you
We'll seize the day So we're far from madness rage Then wind will say To wash this ground that's far too great
We'll seize the day So we're far from madness rage Then wind will say To wash this ground that's far too great Far too great Far too great Far too great Throw dreams away
Composição: Acauã Iannini, Mateus Almeida, Carlos Gustavo, Igor Machado, Tainã Iannini