I think that life is, a lot of truth
That things are not easy, in this society
Everything has a limit that cuts off all our freedom
ÃÂ Who will let us go?
If everything is so illogical, you bite and it goes away
In this scenic box calling humanity
What © restores our spirit, lacking in illusions and pity
And who will save us?
Dreams blinded by reality
That remain inside without leaving
In this infinite goal that is
Where no one could go, and never will go
ÃÂWhat story is it, what story is it?
I scream with rage and ask why
All the pain that is seen never ends
ÃÂWhat story is it? But the answer is not known
Everything is unknown, there is no dignity left
Evil is a logical thing due to its normality
It is like the promises that tomorrow no one will maintain anymore
But who will be saved?
Night trains in the darkness
But tell me then where you are going
Silver moons that some burned
By putting them in the sun I say no
ÃÂWhat story is it, what story is it?
I scream of rage and ask why ©
All this hatred that you see never ends
I will achieve that with my voice you will
You may listen in the confines
Where the pain never is< br/>Where the pain never is
ÃÂWhat story is it, what story is it?
Someone can answer
In the confines , where the pain never is

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