Charon - In Brief War | Текст песни

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• Charon
• In Brief War

So your promise to live expired,
Got old before your lips went dry and
I fell the breeze inside to caress what's left the open fire.
The truth,
The trust,
The faith,
Took part but cannot stay,
Still we felt cold,
Freezing flames of this funeral pyre,
Dead desire.

Built to brake down,
made to wither away,
Come along too.
For the last time very little of me
wants to surrender in brief war.

Despite the things I've said
The crush no longer care.
Beyond the smile I hate
And the more I hate I think of you.
The more I think of you.