I'm going on my way
Whatever if I'm Ok
Under the sky
I feel the wind in my face
I hear in the streets, kids are playing
Under the sky
My enemies are braves
Doesn't matter I'm not afraid
I can lose this game
But I will dig my own grave
Under the sky
In a crazy spin I see everything
A magical castle, a Dali’s Paint
Feed my mind consume my soul
The thin line between love and reason
it's so real
Going up mountains I can touch the Airplanes
The edge is a Vortex, takes me to another place
it's surreal
Where men kill, the angels cry
an obscure wonder or a mean lie
it's a lie
My enemies are brave
Doesn't matter I'm not afraid
I can lose this game
But I will dig my own grave
My Own Grave
I can find the way
I follow my heart, I feel my soul alive
I carry on my way
Open the door you will understand
I can see my way
At dawn a bird will fly again
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