Amer from Amer by THE PRESTIGE (FR)
Tracklist
| 1. | Amer | 1:24 |
Lyrics
We are born as rotten fruits of some dead crooked tree.
Hanging our hopes to the winds of laced cliffs where our lives flow relentlessly.
The young wolves pushing to the back the old mouldering men.
Black-eyed birds with moons in their eyes.
So bright, so shine, so blue and faint.
Like logs in the peaceful desert.
And for every minute in the shapeless storm we leave our hand to take strain.
And every crow bites on my back reminds me that vengeance alineates our faith.
I am bitter.
I am old.
