when death sits on your shoulder
infecting your cuore
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when te want your self back
where do te go
who do te turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know te just wait
but i'm not sure if te are playing tricks on me
can te end my sorrow
o is it te who causes my agony
will te be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
infecting your cuore
the beat of the cursed one
feels no empathy
feels all alone
when hope is on holiday
when te want your self back
where do te go
who do te turn to
who will end your suffering
he sits and waits
o death on my shoulder
i know your after my soul
i know te just wait
but i'm not sure if te are playing tricks on me
can te end my sorrow
o is it te who causes my agony
will te be there when i die
still squeezing and taking all i have
until i'm dust and wind.
