Trapped from the lies
raped from innocent hands
sorro without sense
cowards behind aseptic masks.

Look at me mother, my hands are bleeding now
I haven't learnt how to stand sorrow
you wanted to save me from what you didn't know
but you put this cross on my shoulders.

Look at me mother from the depths of my abyss
(My hands arent's bleeding now)
this is not my reality
your embraces have suffocated me
untie my wings and let me fly away.

Trapped this is not my reality
sorrow without sense

I don't what to do with your fucked prayers
I don't what to do with your fucked lies.

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