Testi:
Burning Skies

I use the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in

And the air was alive With piercing sound And burning skies The horror did me good The magic was on my side And hot and cold ideas Were running onto

the flow of life i'm not giving up the fight five days a week i'm in my cell from the tube to the cube to the underground under neon skies here i am,

I use the deadwood to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out in an

I use the dead would to make the fire rise The blood of innocence burning in the skies I filled my cup with the rising of the sea And poured it out

Under blue skies we live unaware of greater things that lie above and every night we engage systems that make us sleep away our only chance to see a

Here I am sitting on the beach again Watching as the tide comes rolling in. I miss the times when I looked into your eyes A sacrifice I made for paradise

for the taste Take me farther fuck me harder Give me drugs and go away Walk on, walk on... All the restless nights demons we have fed All the reckless hearts burning

battles, with flashing knives The thrill of the game Mass confusion, so hypnotizing The thrill of the money When the whistle blows through burning skies