Annakin

The timing bad a hand that shivered An ardent trooper was taking the blame He put the arrow back in the quiver Too remote was his aim You open the brightest window To see him stumble properly Something's itching between your shoulders Bite your lips

What-fors and whys they are lined up in thousands The answers are burning their fire surrounds us There's no safe approaching beyond this line You can't recall what's yours and what used to be mine That's when our vision starts to blur You know our d

I am going home I am leaving I feel the same like you We are outnumbered by them And now we are cornered by them I feel for you I'm not an invader and I am no traitor We strangle every feeling We count the days till then We are craving for a healing