On April 27, 2015
Till I sleep on this grave
nobody will dance on it.
Some things money can't buy,
no fame, nor glory to bribe.
On this place I want silence
to drown in my rage and anger.
I paid in blood my misery,
people are things that can be sold
but a hearth even broken can't be bought.
Some pains are terror never forgotten
so I push guilt to marble until it breaks.
From my hands I am paying in blood and
while I live nobody's going to dance on it,
till I sleep on this grave
on this place I want silence.
nobody will dance on it.
Some things money can't buy,
no fame, nor glory to bribe.
On this place I want silence
to drown in my rage and anger.
I paid in blood my misery,
people are things that can be sold
but a hearth even broken can't be bought.
Some pains are terror never forgotten
so I push guilt to marble until it breaks.
From my hands I am paying in blood and
while I live nobody's going to dance on it,
till I sleep on this grave
on this place I want silence.
