"My father’s land, my mother’s tongue Misleading me so shamelessly. For many years I misbelieved, The hatred is the path for me..."
Father, I have killed many angels, I think I will now walk to the sea. I hope I will someday forgive me Please, moor my empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins But I seem to forget that we are all the same...
In your own blaze of hate you've spawned the fear in many lives, You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs. You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside this mind, You now collapse, cave-in revealing scabby marks of life.
Mother, I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child. (Angel of your life...) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind. But the pain will remain, No power to gain...
Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime... I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind. I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine. The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father, I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child. (Angel of your life...) I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind. The pain will remain, No power to gain... No!
Mother, where's your son? When has this begun? Who has been the fool?
No-one was born to be a servant or a slave. Who can tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done. They can well overrun The power of one...
No-one was born to be a servant or a slave. Can you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done. They can well overrun The power of one...
To live and let die, To give hope and take life... Is that what you're here for?
To think that you are right, To make sure it won't fly... Is the making of a hate crime?
In the lands of the brave, In the homes of the land slaves, We are all the same.
I need to believe There's more than the eye can see, All colors of rainbow.
No-one was born to be a slave. Seek the past and place the blame, Tell me the color of the rain... No-one was born to be a master.
In the land we live, we die... Praise the oneness, praise the lie. To bind a web around the faker, We will need a true Rainmaker...
No-one was born to be a slave. Seek the past and place the blame, Tell me the color of the rain... No-one was born to be a master.
"Children of Abel, Children of Cain Can live in harmony, without shame. The keys that I grant thee, The Sacred Land Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand. Without the water, the wisdom of past Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast. Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind." Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
