When A Dead Man Walks Lacuna Coil
Letra da música "When A Dead Man Walks"
Paranoia
in which I think that I'm not confident.
Blood into my hand, blood into my hand,
blood into my hands, I can't deny.
A buzz into my ear that makes me mad.
But I don't look back
while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back
in a weird lullaby,
I carry on.
And the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back
and I cannot reply.
I don't look back
while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on
while they want to decide for me.
Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Paranoia
in which I think that I'm not confident.
Tiny hope that burns into my breath.
A bitter smile delights me in the end.
But I don't look back
while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back
in a weird lullaby,
I carry on.
And the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back
and I cannot reply.
I don't look back
while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on
while they want to decide for me.
Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me,
killing me!
But I don't look back
while I'm waiting to die.
I don't look back
in a weird lullaby,
I carry on.
And the hope in my heart is dried.
But I don't look back
and I cannot reply.
I don't look back
while I'm waiting to lie.
I carry on
while they want to decide for me.
Once again, once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me.
Once again...
Living in their cage;
Living in their cage;
They're killing me,
killing me...!
[Natan]
compositores da letra: CRISTINA SCABBIA, MARCO COTI ZELATI
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