Your veins are full of anger,
But you’re empty inside,
You need to eat,
Until you die.
You need to feed the body,
As it was your cage,
In jail in your bones,
Sometimes free with your eyes.
CHORUS :
It’s gonna be red,
As the river of tears,
Filling your mind,
When nobody sees you,
Your heart beats the bruises,
And you become the last shadows.
You have a ghost in your cheek,
He plays with your jaw,
He whispers in your ear,
That it is time to spit.
You always listen to him,
And you open the bridge,
There is your kingdom,
You’re the queen of blood tears.
CHORUS
A war glows on your side,
It’s the cage or the ghost.
You have to pick one,
It’s the law of the host.
Only you can recold,
The silver or the gold.
Only you can recold,
The silver or the gold.
CHORUS