CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pure
Die over status.
Hanging it from hope.
Now it's rushing like a landslide.
Oh how pure.
Now it's sweating in the cold.
It's the voices of god.
Bodies haunted from the pressure to be or burn,
Scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
Hanging it from hope.
Now it's rushing like a landslide.
Oh how pure.
Now it's sweating in the cold.
It's the voices of god.
Bodies haunted from the pressure to be or burn,
Scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
