Season Of The Wiche - текст песни
Season Of The Wiche
Listen to me I'll tell you something that you may not want to hear
I know about those games you plan, I know about your fear
Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do
I know these things that noone knows
[Chorus:]
Burn in the night, hands held to the sky
Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch
Burn in the night, hands held to the sky
Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch
I just know your souls too cold to love
I search for ways to see inside your world
Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do
I don't give a shit anymore
[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Lost inside your sorrow
Lost inside your sorrow
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