Amidst these screams, I feel lost,
I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
The wind echoes words that I whispered,
In stormy and blustery nights.
"Why did your hair change its color?"
The breeze knows that in my dark nights,
I longed to dye it the shade of blood oranges.
"It bears no resemblance to the land you defend."
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
War must have been the condemning apple,
The one that expelled us from the paradise we yearned for.
Silence screams my name, but it gets lost in agony,
It remains trapped between moans and sobs.
Even raised and victorious amidst the battle,
The gates of heaven seem sealed,
Truly, it doesn't matter who initiated this conflict,
So much misery cannot be worthwhile.
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
In my hands, the vital essence of those who break the silence,
I wish it were the sweet juice of blood oranges.
In the end, I believe we've all lost,
Among these screams, I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
In my hands, the vital essence of those who break the silence,
I wish it were the sweet juice of blood oranges.
In the end, I believe we've all lost,
Among these screams, I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
[Verse 1]
Amidst these screams, I feel lost,
I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
The wind echoes words that I whispered,
In stormy and blustery nights.
[Verse 2]
"Why did your hair change its color?"
The breeze knows that in my dark nights,
I longed to dye it the shade of blood oranges.
"It bears no resemblance to the land you defend."
[Chorus]
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
[Verse 3]
War must have been the condemning apple,
The one that expelled us from the paradise we yearned for.
Silence screams my name, but it gets lost in agony,
It remains trapped between moans and sobs.
[Verse 4]
Even raised and victorious amidst the battle,
The gates of heaven seem sealed,
Truly, it doesn't matter who initiated this conflict,
So much misery cannot be worthwhile.
[Chorus]
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
[Bridge]
In my hands, the vital essence of those who break the silence,
I wish it were the sweet juice of blood oranges.
In the end, I believe we've all lost,
Among these screams, I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
[Chorus]
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
[Bridge]
In my hands, the vital essence of those who break the silence,
I wish it were the sweet juice of blood oranges.
In the end, I believe we've all lost,
Among these screams, I can't reach the golden clouds of the sky.
[Chorus]
The citric acid in my mouth lingers,
while pain and silence intertwine and resist,
the iron in my tongue, the taste of bitterness,
in the bite of the worst of sins.
[END]