They want to hate and they jump at the chance To exile the innocent without remorse Pointing the finger So that they don't have to look at themselves in the mirror They want to hate because it brings them together And because it leaves them feeling secure Some of those who i thought to be friends I now know never really knew who I was
I return to solitude And once again I contemplate What my purpose is Who is it for? Or is it only for myself? Will I ever be Free of the need To achieve contentment? Will I ever find Another state, a peace of mind?
I return to solitude Where once again I contemplate What my purpose is inside this burdensome reality I return to solitude Where once again I contemplate What is my purpose?
They point the finger So they don't have to look at themselves Banding together deep inside their own hatred They point the finger So they don't have to look at themselves Banding together deep inside their own hatred Banding together deep inside their own hatred Banding together deep inside their own hatredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
