| I've been lied to again | |
| from the head of the fields | |
| through the lanes to my knees | |
| and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
| I'm stretching blood, I'm breathing again | |
| they got up and left | |
| they're finished with me | |
| I'm numbered again | |
| I don't even care | |
| I'll wear it on a leather side | |
| I'm smiling again because it never grows thin | |
| lifting my skin, they're cutting if whole | |
| just look fiavonti my son | |
| I think it's time to tell | |
| lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
| they said someone has been killed | |
| but it's just one of them…. so who even cares. |
| I' ve been lied to again | |
| from the head of the fields | |
| through the lanes to my knees | |
| and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
| I' m stretching blood, I' m breathing again | |
| they got up and left | |
| they' re finished with me | |
| I' m numbered again | |
| I don' t even care | |
| I' ll wear it on a leather side | |
| I' m smiling again because it never grows thin | |
| lifting my skin, they' re cutting if whole | |
| just look fiavonti my son | |
| I think it' s time to tell | |
| lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
| they said someone has been killed | |
| but it' s just one of them. so who even cares. |
| I' ve been lied to again | |
| from the head of the fields | |
| through the lanes to my knees | |
| and I will wait until they pull down the sun | |
| I' m stretching blood, I' m breathing again | |
| they got up and left | |
| they' re finished with me | |
| I' m numbered again | |
| I don' t even care | |
| I' ll wear it on a leather side | |
| I' m smiling again because it never grows thin | |
| lifting my skin, they' re cutting if whole | |
| just look fiavonti my son | |
| I think it' s time to tell | |
| lying with the wet moon swing is old | |
| they said someone has been killed | |
| but it' s just one of them. so who even cares. |