I spend my days
keeping my eyes on the gates
I never let down my guard
but if you want you can easily cross my barricades
Now get my beat you know I can ramp and rage
so I froze my blood in this desert of drought hills and petty malices
it's enough for me but not enough for them
I am gonna cut a tree before the night comes down
when beauty stem from pain
it's worth to play the game
but what is not in your hands
never stop bringing down and down and down
and I'll take care of sight
here underneath the sky
and I'll forget all the lies
that never stop to let down and down and down
I've been quite brave
I never locked up the gates
but I ve been playing safe
cos I could trust the survival spirit of my barricades
You got my beat you knew I could ramp and rage
But I drunk all my blood in this desert of drought hills and petty malices
it' s not enough for me but it's enough for them
it would be wise to agree in front of a notary
Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 Italy
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