He can't give to us

We don't have enough

But maybe 'but maybe, just maybe'

We can make it

Come on. Taste me. Believe in me. Let me in (empty)

Come on. Taste me. Believe in me. Let me in (empty)

The artist is afraid

Maybe we should replace it, replace it

And left an empty space in (Still hurt)

Until there’s nothing lеft (Hurt)

He can't give us

We don’t havе enough

But maybe 'but maybe, just maybe'

We can make

Him bleed

You teach my how whistle

I'll drown you

(Theres a war in my heart)

(Theres a pray and is yours)

Now cry for your fake gods

(Theres a version where you didn't leave)

Now cry for your fake gods

Theres a pray and is yours, yours, yours

Never mine

Eu, nós