Lyrics

Crowd out of here
For the latest news
Strugglin' for a scoop, do
You really want to know
How can a man be so fool?
'Is he really that kind of man?'
Dear judge don't mistake my talk
I'm not trying to bolt what I worth
I forgot it many years ago
I only need few words to say
Yes I'm guilty but she was a liar too
Could lie like who
Tell or swears
His loyalty for
The best offers
Nevermind who's right because
In stories there's no 'might'
We all hide
How we fucked up our brains
No one brave enough
To talk about their mistakes
I do and they ask the court
My head on the chair
Ask me now if your hate is
Something I care
I gave all I had to heal
The scars of her past
Loved in her lowest
But lower I crashed
What I got back was
A trial of the faults
She forgave me in private
Then told to the court
Now that I'm walking
To the electric chair
I'm starting to understand
I'm starting to understand
Until I don't inure
To dark my eyes
I can't
Hug light
Written by: Daniele Russo, Lune di Thiadan, Mattia Pugliese
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