No promises to keep
No excuses to believe
A window and a book
Black window as a look
Walls. Black.
Anesthetized from emotions.
Lines. Cracked.
Burning into an opaque mirror.
A knife
A trembling hand, veins are so naked
The sky
The purest eyes inhale the soul
Soul is a rare thing
Some are hidden, some are killed
Breathing alone and blind
No one lies, no one cries
Stay alone to slight
Or make the creed commits a suicide
A soul can’t heal
It dies – and if is strong – it revives
credits
from II,
released January 24, 2009
Produced By Hell’s Island
Music by Hell’s Island
Lyrics by Roberto Negrini
Recorded at Phoenix studio, Castelmella (BS) Italy
Recorded on December 15th – 16th 2007
Mixed By Emilio Rossi on January 2009
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