Testo Blood Anger

All the words, are slowly dying,
All the lights, are pattern flying,
Make your peace and close, your eyelids,
Makes sense but we are still trying.

Now, it's lost, move over,
Nails, on skin blood anger,
Now, it's lost move over, Talk, is cheap, surrender.

Count to five, and watch, the violence,
So much anger, drowned, in silence,
See the streetlight burn, behind us,
See the cold night now, it's timeless.

Now, it's lost, move over,
Nails, on skin blood anger,
Now, it's lost move over,
Talk, is cheap, surrender.