At those times all seemed so clear
Till his bride turn into a fear
On blue crypt where you took her soul
Over the mausoleum a fancy sculpture
R.I.P shroud
In the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness, light persists.
Yeah, oh do not tell her she can't love
Cause in the tomb she will fall
Where there's a broken heart there's always a piece of art
Man, if there's nothing left to do, just give a chance to something new
Yeah, go bitch, go hard, go under
Control your selfish drama
I'm just asking you to forget their history and their name (life persists)
Forget from where she's from or have or not in her baggage
Hey Madam, control your selfish drama
I'm seeing all the future, it will become a karma
R.I.P shroud
Theres no scissors or cloth, theres no one living here.