We we're blind and we couldn't conceive the color of blood This crimson flood soaking the ground We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us You then exclaim "where is God now?"
You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine?"
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper And still we consider being observed and closely monitored
Primitive we remain We were devised to enjoy trials The choice has never been ours We are inclined to violence
You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine?" You ask me "why do we forever feed on pain(forever feed on pain) And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage?(Programmed for boundless rage) The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained(The poison is never drained) For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine?"(Divine)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
