Feeling his hands here and there
Hearing his words soft and loud
Down on my knees â shade on my shoulders-
My silence like a scorn he will erase
Crucify my will to hell
Someday
There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
Like a child dreaming of his death
Someday
Donât feel anymore, donât even survive,
Just be here, without speaking
He lulls my never being
Says, Iâm his everynothing,
When at night, he forgives me
There is no other fight
My silence like a scorn he will erase
Crucify my sins to hell
Someday
There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
Like a child dreaming of his death
Someday
Donât feel anymore, donât even survive,
Just be here, without speaking
Someday my tale
Is the irony of Harmony,
I spit on me âcause
âCause heâs right
'Cause Iâm a shit.
Heâs right because Iâm a shit
Words and voices float here and there
Screaming and burning in my pain
Someday
There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
Someday
Donât feel anymore, donât even survive,
Like a child dreaming of his death
Someday
There is like a choice I donât want to make
Cause I donât know if I can.