Madwork – Weekend Widow Lyrics

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...