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letra de thoughtcrime - bitnari

(april the 4th, 1984, to the past, or to the future, to a time when thought is free, from a dead man, greetings.)

you’ll never understand who i am, ‘cause people like you and they’ll never run away
i don’t give a d-mn about all that they say, and that’s why i write a song a day
morning news on, remembering that being featured was an old dream of my life
it’s coming true now, i’m sharpening knives

pounding at the glass, ripping up paper scr-ps, running out of time, i write another rhyme
even though it ends, even if you forgеt, you should’ve known too, it’s not the same without you

thе cry of crows burn red like the sunset
even this loneliness turns to lyrics in the end
and in the night of memories you stand there
looking at the clouds, tippy toes like we’re young
saying a “goodbye” as it slips off my tongue
recognition and wanting love, are these the dreams that you asked for?
i make a living of doing nothing, hurry up, satisfy me more
the world won’t know, this jealousy, it only treats me like a piece of dirt
after all, i’m always looking for the opportunity to punch first

with a beer in hand, swinging at streetlamps now, the guitars, they all just belong in the trash
every part of this, incurable regret, i should’ve known too, the beauty was always singing inside of you

and now i’m struck by words, they come flying
the winter comes although autumn still lives in my heart
one trail of smoke rises up the mountain
spring lets out a sigh, close my mouth as i speak
summer breezes by, gently stroking my cheek

you’ll never understand, loneliness, ‘cause people like you and they’ll never run away
i’m scared of death with nothing to say, and that’s why i write a song a day
defamation, disappointment, and disgust all watching every single moment of my life now
and that’s why i write songs, i’m hurting others
and that’s why every song, is like the other

i want to gulp down every last moment
those words you said, no silverware, i’m grabbing with my hands
and now my throat is coated with moisture
tears are falling down, waiting for closure…

the cry of crows burn red like the sunset
begging the loneliness turns to lyrics in the end
saying farewell, you’re red like that sunset
waiting for the night, singing songs that you sung
saying “see you soon” as it slips off my tongue

- bitnari

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