Saul
wish to burn this dead city to save my life, to save yours.
The smell of ashes could get me better 'cause I shine alone in this lifeless crowd.
Like everyday I have to live I have to smile when their eyes deceive.
Like every Saturday night that I won't live.
I wish to see their carrions bleed so I could say everything is as it should be.
In the darkness I will survive.
Autor(es): Marco Coslovich / The Secret
