Wood & Silk - Alien Gun

Walking through an arid ground

Destiny tries to destroy me

Regreting is at the end of a bottle

We have just to drink to the dregs and then die.

The receptor is cold and blind

The rancid air obscures my eyes

I insist in searching for a place for my dreams

My fists bleed because I knocked so much

She rocks her place in every breath she takes

I look through the fog

I can feel it over my head

I sleep wrapped in Wood

I speak and the line is dead

I can hear voices in my head

The end of begin comes to punish

My memories still are in some place

She rocks her place in every breath she takes

I look through the fog

I can fell it over my head

I sleep wrapped in wood and silk