The Outage

“Bad man”

I’m a bad, bad man
But i want to pay for everything i said
My world is made of sand, but i had to do it myself

Someone take my hands,
but i don’t want to be saved, i’m not a hero!
I want to leave my crown
I want to burn my ground
My dirty souls bleeding now
My dirty souls bleeding now.
I am a bad, bad man,
but i want to pay for everything i said
my world is made of sand,
but i had to do it myself
ì’m waiting for my end
My preacher calling on my telephone
he says “brohter take my hands”
but i don’t want to be saved, i’m not a hero!
I want to leave my crown.
I want to burn mt ground.
My dirty souls bleeding now
My dirty souls bleeding now

Glass Dancer

In this city, there is a glass dancer
For years, she hasn’t come out
She’s afraid of shattering

She cries and remembers how beautiful it was to dance

But one day she understood
It’s better to die while you dance
Whenever having to cry again
She closed her eyes, here was the stage

She’s firm as a stone
Lights are on her

The applause of the standing audience
Tears of joy above the glass
The dancer no longer cries
She’s dancing all night long
The glass shines under the stars
Piroette and jumps without cracks
Piroette and jumps without cracks
In this city, every night, a glass dancer performs
She knows the cracks are forming
And a part of her, she leaves at every step
But she decided to vanish by dancing
And she jumps, and she smiles
Ballerina for one last night
Every light burning the stage
And she bows, and she cries
Crystal tears like rain of light
Diamond dust is flying away
In a million of pieces in the wind
In a million of pieces in the wind