| On a Clouded Morning |
|---|
| The thought of denying |
| Never crossed my mind |
| Of people crucifying |
| I feel you all the time |
| Because you are my hate |
| Refusing the ring |
| I can’t even argue |
| On a clouded morning |
| A slowly acceptance |
| Now closer to god |
| The parting of angels |
| My kind has no blood |
| Because you are my hate |
| Refusing the ring |
| I can’t even argue |
| On a clouded morning |
| You’ll have me dead |
| It’s not like, you’ll fight |
| There’s a sight, I’d love to see |
| I see you coming |
| Leaving me, violently |
| Dare to be, on your way |
| The faith of your hand |
| Controlling the game |
| And acting a man |
| Will have my revenge |
| Because you are my hate |
| Refusing the ring |
| I can’t even argue |
| On a clouded morning |
