I tattooed myself
I stuck my ear
The scars are on my bedroom wall
But my skin remains the same
On the bones of rage and love
I let my hair grow
I ignored the spines
I stopped eating so much fat
I started to work hard
I heard the reason for everything and everyone
There are colors on every damn corner of life
Rings on fingers, few large nails
A Les Paul to brighten the day
Nothing would make me better than misery
For it is in human hearts
And perfectly with dreams
Upon returning home, an electric samba
In particular carnival
My dear was sitting on empty
She smile when she heard the door open
And knowing that the band will pass
Singing love things
I'm just someone who woke
That does not let die
Now I know what's worth fighting
Who has music ever suffer from loneliness
I stuck my ear
The scars are on my bedroom wall
But my skin remains the same
On the bones of rage and love
I let my hair grow
I ignored the spines
I stopped eating so much fat
I started to work hard
I heard the reason for everything and everyone
There are colors on every damn corner of life
Rings on fingers, few large nails
A Les Paul to brighten the day
Nothing would make me better than misery
For it is in human hearts
And perfectly with dreams
Upon returning home, an electric samba
In particular carnival
My dear was sitting on empty
She smile when she heard the door open
And knowing that the band will pass
Singing love things
I'm just someone who woke
That does not let die
Now I know what's worth fighting
Who has music ever suffer from loneliness