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As Lágrimas de Lis.

Ela se sentia triste. Não era "mais uma crise" como sua mãe costumava dizer quando a via trancada em seu quarto escutando The Smit...

sexta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2016

Featherless wings. Lyrics.

The purple flame that shines in your eyes

Show no mercy at all,

When you look down on me,

Pointing your glass like nails to my guilt heart,

Ready to rip tissue and soul apart.

I want to scream but I also know it's in vain.

I knew all long that this day would come

And suddenly it came.

Now craziness takes control over me:

I hear voices that do not come from the

past but echoes through the air from the

mountain ahead.

The very mountain I will never reach the

peak again.

My once almighty wings are featherless.

Feathers dancing wild in the wind.

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