La Marche from .nurse ep1 by .nurse

Wake up all your dreams are dead
singing as crying in the summer
all you fix are delayed
I said to Nurse I did not need any help
she came to me with some sloth
I want to go to the deepest
Liquor store and roam
I drunk so much that my skin is
full of sweat and some blood
Run on my neck, on my arms, on my face
It causes more than I want

I wake up in a wasteland
There's nothing to talk about,
There's something you think about and talk about and feel about
There's blood in our hands
And I wake up in a wasteland
there's nothing to feed it out
There's something you think about and talk about and feel about
there's blood in my hand

Tell me, when you look in my eyes.
To me, I can't understand when,
It always seems a surprise
For the man I need to become,
For the boy in my mouth,
Who's always talking about a game where nobody could be rough
Blood and reflections on the wall
Are the only thing we need to think about before it will close

I wake up in a wasteland
There's nothing to talk about,
There's something you think about and talk about and feel about
There's blood in our hands
And I wake up in a wasteland
there's nothing to feed it out
There's something you think about and talk about and feel about
there's blood in my hand

Cause we are the youth of today,
we shout our lonelyness on single day

And I'm just a dead man walking through the death of your lovely soul

And I am walking through your waste land
And I am thinking to the blood on my faith

And I thought I will become King through the death of your lovely soul

• 90s
• Rock
• emorock
• France