This life where we live its so bored, depressive No one knows why we born we called sick to grown up alone Raised by mans sick and tired they worked hard Gave us the best that they could give and we were not able to succeed Feeling shit over to the ground buried deep feeling Our bones crushing one by one Fingernails bitted till we bleed This pain is so good is our reason to live
Why we all fight if the end is the same? Six feet under is deep enough to make us equal like an unborn child Black or white we want to be someone We are all made of choices so why do we choose the wrong one? War is not the answer to stop this carnage So stand up and face it
Trust? tell me the definition of trust We all now what it means So, why don't we trust? Mistakes? we are made of mistakes A lie lead us to the grave We all die in vain
This hole, where i am in it's so warm, renewing Everyone knows where we go to a better place called home Purgatory is our final goal Enemies, family in the same place same hole Hell rings This is our final call Io left this disgusting body and became only soul All in the same place All in the same hole
mistakes? we are made of mistakes A lie lead us to the grave We all die in vain Trust? tell me the definition of trust We all now what it means So, why don't we trust?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
