We will never erase
All the meanness that we’ve caused
We will never be found
There’s no pretence to run
With tears we cry
With bodies we die
With blood we paint
With hearts we shine
With souls we flee
With bodies we die
With tears we cry
With tears we cry
We are focused on
Hey what’s up
I’m diving here
With You my Dear
With little divine tears
With holy mothers
And wooden saints
With a bitter taste
Lacking for embrace
We will never erase
All the good things that we’ve done
We will never be found
There’s no pretense to run

INVIA LE CORREZIONI