Provenance Of Hate - Octavia Sperati

Strange faces
In a night time
Weird places
Desperately looking for an exit
Stripped naked
For a lifetime
Try to break it
Every night has its dawn
Bad vibrations
For the right time
Prevent destructions
Don't you regret you ever closed your eyes
You run in slow motion
Escape from its presence and strain
To be approaching to you
Closer and closer
Suddenly quite awake and soaking wet
In the dark you can see their eyes everywhere
Try to wake up
During night time
Impenetrable
Through the dark time
In need of sleeping
Depraved from your deep sleep
You run in slow motion
Escape from its presence and strain
To be approaching to you
Closer and closer
Suddenly quite awake and soaking wet
In the dark you can see their eyes everywhere