I am lost in my thoughts,
With my mind closed,
Trying to escape from this.
Artificial wellness that they sell to us.
Everything is beatifull made up with blood.
You're not your own,
You can't discuss.
Complain of being alive,
You don't relize.
The same all day.
I am lost between the droughts and fires.
Born to pray.
Slaves of a contaminated faith.
It remains on us and blinds the eyes.
Against your darkest fears,
Just brake the line!
Following their lies, just another way to die.
I drown in my routine,
All is equal black and white.
All the ideals were bad.
Do it, follow their perfect way to die!
You're not your own,
You can't discuss.
Complain of being alive,
You don't relize.
The same all day.
I am lost between the droughts and fires.
Born to pray.
Slaves of a contaminated faith.
Perfect way to die... perfect way to die... perfect way to die...
Do it, follow their perfect way to die!
It remains on us and blinds the eyes.
Against your darkest fears,
Just brake the line!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI