Machiavel Running In The Dessert
running in the dessert by Machiavel
As a trace heart rendering the night
I see his face through the full moon light
A falling angel in the desert
Blinded by the light
Leaving his trace across the night
From the next world
Now the sky turns red & grey
The silence ! Hurting, crying He's insane !
From a place over the skyline
Through the space he 's just falling down
The sky turns red over again
The silence crying, The silence hurting again & again
Running in the desert again
In the middle of nowhere
Waiting for an angels hand
Running in the desert again
I'm seeking you
Losing your image on my brain
In his eyes, there 's a ray of light To find the way
out, he knows he have to fight
Lost in the middle of nowhere All alone
He can't fly anymore The wings are broken
The wind blows a rain of mud & dust A storm of fire
A punishment from the gods
Now the sky turns red & grey The silence ! Hurting, crying He 's insane
Running in the desert again
In the middle of nowhere
Waiting for an angels hand
Running in the desert again
I'm seeking you
Losing your image on my brain
Running in the desert again
In the middle of nowhere
Waiting for an angels hand
