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Ziyaretçi
Ziyaretçi
Summer is strange, not what it used to be
Sun's blinding me but it's still so cold in here
There's something in the air
Something, that I can't define
I can't turn it aside, no. Not this time
All I've done can't be forgiven
The selfish first born son, yes, that's who I am
I go on and on. I can't fill my greed
Destroy everything for a piece of nothing
Warning signals all around:
Prodigal son's been left behind
No one sees what's plain to see
We cause our own insanity
We made a warfield of our homes
Prodigal son's been left alone
How can you turn your face away?!
We dig our own graves everyday
Sun's blinding me but it's still so cold in here
There's something in the air
Something, that I can't define
I can't turn it aside, no. Not this time
All I've done can't be forgiven
The selfish first born son, yes, that's who I am
I go on and on. I can't fill my greed
Destroy everything for a piece of nothing
Warning signals all around:
Prodigal son's been left behind
No one sees what's plain to see
We cause our own insanity
We made a warfield of our homes
Prodigal son's been left alone
How can you turn your face away?!
We dig our own graves everyday