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The Classic Crime

Cold Loud Dark

 

Cold Loud Dark

(álbum: Patterns In The Static - 2020)


I don't know, I don't know
I don't know anything at all
The older I get the more I know that

It's not enough to wish and hope
We must make maps beyond the wall
It's pulling me out and I can't go back

I am a shadow, I'm a liar, I'm a lesson never learned
I am a coward, but I'll buy a second chance I never earned

I got this feeling like I'm starting again
Nothing but smoke in my hands
I got no hope in my head, no
Without believing in the black and the white
I got no reason to fight
Except the need for survival

I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I never left that stop me anyway
Where it's too dark to see
Too cold to breathe
Too loud to think
That's where I find my way

I am a shadow, I'm a liar, I'm a lesson learned
I am a coward, but I'll buy a second chance I've earned

I got this feeling like I'm starting again
Nothing but smoke in my hands
I got no hope in my head, no
Without believing in the black and the white
I got no reason to fight
Except the need for survival

It's in the deep
Where the fight is instinctive
Out of the fold
There are fires to find
It's in the cold, loud, dark and delinquent
It's in the storm
At the end of the line

It's in the deep
Where the fight is instinctive
Out of the fold
There are fires to find
It's in the cold, loud, dark and delinquent
It's in the storm
At the end of the line

I got this feeling like I'm starting again
Nothing but smoke in my hands
I got no hope in my head, no
Without believing in the black and the white
I got no reason to fight
Except the need for survival

hecho

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