This is season of blood and sun
Here I'm coming to promised land
But my lips are burned and my heart is dead
I know my childhood is already dust

I fed the fire of shame and cry
And suffered for charges of cowardice, well

When spirit of man
(Dies behind a locked door)
Where you can't hear a nine years girl crying

I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on again
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on again

Dust creeping in this dust
Rocking the street in your thirteen and you'll never gonna tell it to your mama
That you bare the lust
Of a stranger who never cared about asking you how old you are

A wicked god always supervised my mind
I pray for him to set me free still

Those long days of waiting
Racked all the anger, destroyed what's left of my sense of justice
All that endless silence
Broke down my heart my sweet and little innocent heart and
Dust all is left is dust
Slipping through my fingers I pray the Lord to wash it away
Oh Lord please try to forgive

I'm holding on...