If my heart were a season, it will fall tou your knees (texto en el idioma que nos domina, producido en una noche de insomnio por una mente afiebrada)

If my heart were a season, it will fall tou your knees

Give away your knifes...

And give away your brothers,
the ones you have betrayed.

Saint August, Saint Tomas and Soren
all killed in your disdain.

No more highways on my own

no more waiting in vain
Theres a train coming slow

slowly into my brain.

White light,

lightening everything up

Inside,

Out.

So dont give me again
your condescending words
about peace, love and understanding

Cause if my heart were a season

it will fall to your knees.

And if your mind needs a reason

soul it should be.

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