Freezing in the arms of the people that wait for an ancient sun
there are still a few that don't run
This time we can stand up togheter to stop this pathethic show
or we can just let go..
And all the things people just can't see
and all the times that they make us bleed
the clouds are black but it's not raining
...reckoning...
Hypocrisy is a razor on my skin
these things make me like an angel without wings
Maybe you will never go out from the greed of your filthy schemes
i try to put you away
because you don't say it don't mean you ain't thinking that
it's all you're living for
And every man that has been erased
and every lie that has been created
and every war is a big mistake
To forsake?
Through this winter fog i will go,
with my inner glow i try to grow and feel my own
i just resist

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