Medusa' Spite - Will Hunting

It was a dull day knocking out the ancient door of a crumbling castle
there was an old man standing out that door whose face now seemed
to be marked by guilt
it was a king who never really understood the meaning to lead
it was a man who tried to express himself but nothing seemed to be
right as well

World, tell me the answer ‘cause I’m going,
and all,
all is a last desire from your bitter lips till I die

Will hunting
believed in love
the stolen, stolen gold
chosen love
will hunting

Faded indian’s carpets taken by crusades were starting to writhe, writhe in pain
pictures of the golden years with bravery to fight against memories
plastic troops detached all around trying to defend the last chances
time machines not able to remove what time assigned without leaving a chance

World, tell me the answer ‘cause i’m going
and all,
all is a last desire from your bitter lips till I die

Will hunting
believed in love
the stolen, stolen gold
chosen love
will hunting

Choose the place to fight
choose it
briefly