Burning House - Rabia Sorda

This is just my perfect disease

But life keeps changing everyday

These walls tell me lick your wounds

The sky falls on me and I wonder again

These bombs don’t drop, The sun is dying again

Ashes of the pain, out of the flames

In this burning house no one is safe

All what’s left inside here is the wound

Don’t let me die, don’t let me die again

These bombs don’t drop, the sun is dying again

Don’t let me die, don’t let me die again

These bombs don’t drop, the sun is dying again