Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
It was a red sea
Dragging me from the bedroom to the bathroom
Frozen pupil
I didn't knew anything anymore
It's stupid this almost-death
Disappointing to realize
That the things are and everything blooms despite us
Pale, sick
Surrendered, decadent
To live really seems
A thing for the insistent ones
The posture is combative
I'm still here alive
A bit sadder
But much more stronger
And now that I'm back
I want to see you bear me
Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
The box of shadows got open
It was a tsunami after another
Iron inside the jugular
Moving everything out of place
If bad things make us grow
And all this cliché
I don't even fit inside the house anymore
I don't fit here anymore
Pale, sick
Surrendered, decadent
To live really seems
A thing for the insistent ones
The posture is combative
I'm still here alive
A bit sadder
But much more stronger
And now that I'm back
I want to see you bear me
Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
Just on the last five months
I've already died four times
There's still three lives left to waste
Oh to waste
To waste
Just three lives to waste
To waste