This love is not authentic
You know nothing about me
You don't understand this loneliness
This pain, that fills me with darkness
And the sun dies slowly
While I feel my heart stop
And my soul screaming loud
My name written with blood
In this curse
And it comes back again and again
And again
The pain returns again and again
I become a stone
The bright red is petrified
And again
And again
A soul full of padlocks
With the key sunk in the abyss
And you still don't understand this eternity
This pain, that fills me with darkness
The sun dies slowly
Because of that cursed last name
Of that frozen name
That was written with blood
The day of my birth
And it comes back again and again
And again
The pain returns again and again
I become stone
The bright red is petrified
And again
And again
And how do I get rid of this curse?
That moves me away from the love of those around me
From this world that seems to be perfect
Without receiving sunlight
Loading that authentic curse
And it comes back again and again
And again
The pain returns again and again
I become stone
The bright red is petrified
And again
And again
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Volcano
PoetryVolcano is a poetic album that aims to take as a metaphor the nature of volcanoes to represent the emotions and ideals of the author. Volcano began being planned as a dark and sad poetic album, in a certain way. However, as the songs took shape, it...
