...Dark Hymn...
I'm crying over to see
I was screaming to shout
I was sobbing to cry
Just to show I was hurt
'bout the drama I feel
To the sound of the song
To the notes of the words
To the voice of the lips
that playback's again,
To this head of my mind
To the nerves of this brain
and to the mem'ries of days.
Daydreaming again,
'bout the past life of mine,
connected to the sound of my livings
To the hour of my minute
To the minutes of our seconds
To the seconds of day,of every moving.
I just hate being clumsy,
Like a puppet on strings,
Cannot control the life,
the living I want
without the sounds of those endless sadness
created by the string of guitar
with the snuffle sound of the throat
don't want to listen anymore
to the song makes me hurt,
the assassin of ears,
From ears to the brain
From brain to the nerves,
From nerves to the cell,
little by little killing me,
the sound of the song killer.
I was screaming to shout
I was sobbing to cry
Just to show I was hurt
'bout the drama I feel
To the sound of the song
To the notes of the words
To the voice of the lips
that playback's again,
To this head of my mind
To the nerves of this brain
and to the mem'ries of days.
Daydreaming again,
'bout the past life of mine,
connected to the sound of my livings
To the hour of my minute
To the minutes of our seconds
To the seconds of day,of every moving.
I just hate being clumsy,
Like a puppet on strings,
Cannot control the life,
the living I want
without the sounds of those endless sadness
created by the string of guitar
with the snuffle sound of the throat
don't want to listen anymore
to the song makes me hurt,
the assassin of ears,
From ears to the brain
From brain to the nerves,
From nerves to the cell,
little by little killing me,
the sound of the song killer.