Leading your life absent-mindedly with your husk,
as if you've lost your soul
That blue crying face puts a harsh blow through your brain,
on this predetermined harmony
Earning money to the death, walking "many times many ways"
Nobody can stop you from crying everyday,
when will this endless step be done?
(disclose) asking why...
turn it up turn it down no more,
I hate this rail being pulled by someone
How much time has passed since then,
have this desolated self changed as much?
I want to do it all one more time once again,
if only there is a time machine to go back through time
It was always about self-indulgence,
even they hated our world
(disclose) asking why... tell me
This imaginary perfection oh break it down now
There is despair in this wearisome panorama,
I can see the way
(disclose) asking why... tell me
Light goes out in that dismal dream I always have AH
What hope is left in the ruins before my eyes?
This imaginary perfection oh break it down now
There is despair in this wearisome panorama,
I can see the way
the whole world rots
DEAD WORLD
We are corrupted, our existence lesser than animals
Comrades are we at war, eventually killing one another
We have words but we choose to walk in the path of war
Living for the rain of blood What is justice?
Reason?
It doesn't matter if it is for money or for your country
The only thing you gain is resentment and dead bodies
Foolish disputes, unending greed
No one can stop it because we are all the same, humans
Wisdom gained in time will destroy you
There is nothing that can be done,
nobody can be saved
We declare our times as an era of peace, but is it?
In order to obtain peace millions were sacrificed, and tears were shed?
How much? I want to believe that we can change this newly arrived epoch
No one can be saved, the voices of pain and anger
The real peace comes only when the world ends
The wise hawk conceals his talons,
but the brainless human bares his fangs
When depraved we become like monsters?
No, even worse, of lower kindred
God forgotten prayers beyond help,
the going gets tough
Your hand bitten by your own pet dog,
a calamity brought down from Heaven offended
It pours down
Foolish disputes, unending greed
No one can stop it because we are all the same, humans
No one can be saved, the voices of pain and ager
The real peace comes only when the world ends
joi, 26 martie 2009
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