The Landscapes without a Desire

歌詞

Look this place I can’t express other things So far away To reach out by myself Killing my voice will make it And Feel so far away Blood oozes out from the stones I scoop For all poor will be saved Broken arms It feels painful But it’s history to me I just only go forward Killing my voice will make it And Feel so far away Blood oozes out from the stones I scoop For all poor will be saved Screaming to The empty water bottle Heard from far away I made a song About cloud of dust Show you the proof