מילים לשיר 567 – Noble Brats

Alone. On a flight to the sun
Takes a blink of an eye
'Till she gets close enough to the flames
When she crawled on the floor
Telling me to adore
Whether she is with me or a whore Alone. To the sun, on the run
From the severing grind
Telling all "look out, look inside"
To the heart of your soul
Where the colors tell it all
Hate is red, love is blue in her head… Here comes the pain jagged remains
Blow through her hair on the breeze
And here comes the pain closer again
Blows through her hair on the breeze.