Everything turns and twists down below I slowly change... I’m there, I’m lost My shadow is bigger than my soul... Everyone sends us away, in the shadow of the light... RIT Everyone shout, they call us "the outlaws of heaven" And only one thing awaits for us... Matter of facts we are the last cursed poets, And now run, run, hyper uranium awaits. ‘Cause we are the last cursed poets.... Suspended between earth and sky, My heart races, my mind flies My body remains, prison of this soul ... Now I slowly change, waiting in the dark for my only certainty Which always accompanies and seconds me, Now, in the darkness from which we’ve come, I just can see it, With its long inked blade, in disguise awaits for me .... RIT Everyone shout, they call us "the outlaws of heaven" And only one thing awaits for us... Matter of facts we are the last cursed poets, And now run, run, hyper uranium awaits. ‘Cause we are the last cursed poets....…. And just beyond the sky i’ll find peace, as the last, the last cursed poet. Words and Music by Damiani |
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