(Verse 1)
In the eyes of the storm
Without a fear, without a fate
Bloody boots, heavy hands
His laugh enters your mind like a scream of horror
(Verse 2)
The blood in his hands, the water on his sword
His breath smells like regrets
You can feel the density of his cigarette
But inside he hides a cage
(Verse 3)
His eyes are distant as a desert
His skin is dirty like the ground his ego walks on
He lives in the places he burned down
His great love is wild horses and his dirty leather boots
(Verse 4)
Don't, don't hide from the men
Look in the mirror, you know who you are looking at
Is the men of the present, a men from the past
Don't be afraid of yourself, you're just a dying promise
(Outro)
This is my last record
I'll be flying into the bright inferno
| # | Título | Tipo | Streams | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Single Promocional | 944,343,227 |
17/02/2022
℗ 2022
Wild Music Group
