I don't have the soul of Shiva
I have rises and falls
But I have myself
And you will have me
Incision and suture
Leaving scars
As you opened them
I close them
Love falls slowly
Knowing that your heart will never break
Little honey, I know
I'm not your way of getaway
I have my own hell burning
But I have 1000 words that you may need
This punk feeling uprise
Every time I look
To this f*cked bloody party
That we call world
So don't swear anything
It's not up to you
Don't give it to me
If it doesn't belong to you
Here in the celling of suburbia
You are like shooting stars
Oh my dear, the sky
Is a big bang now
I'm not your way of getaway
I have my own hell burning
But I have 1000 words that you may need
I'm not your way of getaway
I have my own hell burning
But I have 1000 words that you may need
Do you want live out loud?
Even if you cry you can't take it
This strange lyrics are your new best friend
Or this could be your way
I'm not your way of getaway
I have my own hell burning
But I have 1000 words that you may need
I'm not your way of getaway
I have my own hell burning
But I have 1000 words that you may need