L' Espinale - Wasteland Lyrics
Last night I dreamt the sun, it was bleeding up.Yesterday I dreamt my hands spat fire.Bloodlust shots: too much power for tainted souls.Today I’ve heard wailings, like any other day.They’re far enough but still in my head.Tell me the way to face this burning horizon with solace and temperance.Nobody ever told me it was so hard to take profit from our lives and...If time is a gift, why do we refuse it with this neglect?Last night I dreamt the sun was bleeding up.Yesterday I dreamt my hands spat fire.Bloodlust shots.Last night I dreamt the sun was bleeding upBloodlust shoots for damned souls.Evil thinkings become self-destructive acts.Some crucify their souls for the holy promisesand some make bleed their knees for ancient words.While they sacrifice our sons to the gods of hunger.We all know you’re still smelling that stink in dreams,that smoke stings in your eyes.And while we lie in soft handsYou're dying in barren landsAlong the wasteland, along the warm moors...The hope within...
