Cemetery Head from ¿weroena? by weroena

Gray cities with sleeping residents
Cracked streets, empty and full of air
Crying trees guard the closed gates
Iron fence around the field of graves

Growing hatred consumes my anger
Run away hurling curses through the wind
Trapped and ignored in the results
Just like a little girl trying to feel

I don't, I don't, I don't wanna say
What I really think about you all
I don't, I don't, I don't wanna see
What you really do when I turn my back

Gray cities with sleeping residents
Our future's here and it is black
Impossible dreams flying in the sky
We're catching them when fate turn its back

I don't, I don't, I don't wanna say
What I really think about you all
I don't, I don't, I don't wanna see
What you really do when I turn my back

I don't, I don't, I don't wanna say
What I really think about you all
I don't, I don't, I don't wanna see
What you really do when I turn my back

• Alternative
• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• Oswiecim