Déjà Vu (feat. Recycled J)
Natos y Waor
Déjà Vu (feat. Recycled J)
Everything that's good dies and the beautiful rots
I keep wandering through the city
Alone, used to being the one who suffers
The big shots swim where it's covered
Crazy, they say I'm crazy, but what I am is broken
And no one helps me pick up the pieces
I find solace in not being like you all
The same inside with different faces
I play, my sad songs
I bring out the misery from the depths of my being, gray days
Photos (photos), of a faithless world
Where others' misfortune is the joy of the unhappy
And another saint's funeral
Innocent dead, mothers crying
And after I leave, I'll keep dreaming
You can cage the bird, but not its song
Déjà vu
I carry the weight on my back
If my cross is made of gold
In case I need to pawn it someday
The truth tasted bitter
Black rain, bells ringing
Sharp knife
In case I need to tarnish it someday, ah
Everything that's good dies and the beautiful rots
I keep wandering through the city
Alone, used to being the one who suffers
The big shots swim where it's covered
The gold has lost its shine due to the filth
I keep waiting for you at the summit
I cr-cry, throwing memories into the fire
I'm a mess, hang me in the Louvre
How can I smile if I don't have you?
I take another drink and collapse
No, no, no matter how much time passes
No one erases the mark of my ass from the throne
And my honor, the only thing I keep
A couple of secrets that I take to the grave
Exile is cold and it felt so long
I fly, return to the nest to never leave it again
Déjà vu
I carry the weight on my back
If my cross is made of gold
In case I need to pawn it someday
The truth tasted bitter
Black rain, bells ringing
Sharp knife
In case I need to wield it someday, ah
They cut my wings
And locked up, I learned to fly
Damn freedom
I have you so close and you leave
They cut my wings
They cut my wings
Damn freedom
I have you so close and you leave
Déjà vu
I carry the weight on my back
If my cross is made of gold
In case I need to pawn it someday
The truth tasted bitter
Black rain, bells ringing
Sharp knife
In case I need to wield it someday, ah