Scorched

It deals with again the theme of fighting for a predetermined lost cause

We want to throw ourselves into the light/

But we are scared to come out from the night/

Harshness, coldness and razor sharp brutality/

Swarming around us, losing our sanity

 

Scorched, love is volatile like the sun/

Turning to ash and crumbling to dust/

Fighting for everything even when it is done/

Take my hand; let us give everything to this war

 

We love to dance underneath the sunshine/

Someday all of this shall be yours and mine/

Trying to swim away from this crushing gravity/

Victims of fate, a pre-written tragedy

 

Scorched, love is volatile like the sun/

Turning to ash and crumbling to dust/

Fighting for everything even when it is done/

Take my hand; let us give everything to this war

 

Smile and look into my eyes/

Entranced, I’m in love and hypnotised/

Will we ever have a place to run to/

Or are we condemned to fight until we die

 

Scorched, love is volatile like the sun/

Turning to ash and crumbling to dust/

Fighting for everything even when it is done/

Take my hand; let us give everything to this war

The End

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