Exit Verona - Under My Sun Lyrics

Four seasons of feelings
Blocked by the sun
This road that I'm heading on
Seems not to be fun
So I lay on this pillow
And drown in my fate
Knowing that you will never
Forget my face...
I'll spit on your hands...
I have won
And I'll walk on your plans...
I have won
And I'll breathe sweet relief...
I have won
You'll never torture me again...
Under my sun
The leaves dying down
Like my expectations
To be one with one
Who still blocks my sun
This coldness I feel
It shivers me dry
While the food that you feed me
Is seasoned in lies
I'll spit on your hands...
I have won
And I'll walk on your plans
I have won
And I'll breathe sweet relief...
I have won
You'll never torture me again...
Under my sun