For all those who hide: What is morality? For all those outside: What makes the wrong right? Count your enemies, at least you'll know you live. Unlike flies on shit, piled up like cowards. Wide-eyed we stumble further, sometimes you don't belong… Now everything that made us feel is covered up by thick dead skin. Still confined by doubt and shapeless fear, locked up in this forgotten tomb. Still imprinted deep inside your soul, where dying ember will hold hope, ‘till you choose to stay down for good. Get a grip, one last time now. There's no final solution, yet every movement got a counterweight. Lately, inhuman acts crush society: Pollution, sin, predilection for war. Come forth, once more. One more time to mess up. What we want are white walls, one more life to waste now. Once more ‘round we go. Let us waste our time, for a pleasant, diseased life. Since no one is eternal: Let them paint white walls. By the minute, the curtain falls, while we fight for no one. By the time unreason dies, we'll be no more…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
