Madwork - Weekend Widow lyrics

(Careddu,Maggiora / Le Parc Music) It's rising the sun that gives to me the first day of the season, season We belong to the culture of hunting men seeking blood is a reason, reason Then see the track that becomes so close to mine I smell the wind, choose the better places The only master of my own time, I'd make any move, but I don't: I'm waiting If they ask us how we decide, we will answer that we don't, we don't When we're hunting our prey at night, never search for a reason, it's better I mean I'll find the time to create one more weekend widow Can't relax and hear her cry, while we stop any whisper we can't wait... Give an answer to God, your skin to play the first day of the season, season When you are in the elite of the richest men never go to the prison, prison I'm waiting If they ask us how we decide, we will answer that we don't, we don't When we're hunting our prey at night, never search for a reason, it's better I mean I'll find the time to create one more weekend widow Can't relax and hear her cry, while we stop any whisper we can't wait... It's rising the sun that gives to me A new day of the hunting season...