No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave,
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn´t breathe,
No matter how many nights that you lied wide awake to the sound of the poison rain.

Where did you go?


Ok, the riot inside keeps trying to visit me
The quiet silence defines our misery
no matter how we trye, It´s too much history
too many bad notes playing in our symphony

So let it fall, let it crash, let it burn slow
Let it breathe, let it flye, let It go.






This hurricane is chasing us so long to crye....






But It´s just a whisper, nothing moore.
So don´t you put anything into what this is, cause it´s nothing.
It´s all god!

There`s a fire inside this heart and a riot about to explode into flames.