| Paroles: | I will be waiting,
with a song in my soul,
a fortunate weakling,
which I have
foretold,
He raises his arms tied,
above the abyss,
singing his sweet
song,
his melody opens up the sun,
Freedom raid,
God has come,
Rivers of
blood,
pushed back in my veins,
She sleeps with her eyes closed,
to dream of
the past,
her mind has gone blind now,
while the memory closes up this
sun,
freedom rain,
God has come,
Rivers of blood,
pushed back in my
veins,
[yeah]
I will be waiting,
with a song in my soul,
a fortunate
weakling,
which I have foretold
(like saturation, i do believe this song was
recorded by grey daze,
and not linkin park, even though chester's voice is still unmistakable |
