Suffer, is such an empty word, an anemic notion Compared to what I endure day after day I am the one, who hears the lies and feels the cries Like cuts of blades and ice within my mind
What the fuck, have the stars done? For when I was born, I was in their sights Why cursing me with the gift of sight?
No point in knowing the truth If you can’t change the facts
If only I could stop the voices by cutting off my ears Or rip out my eyes to prevent these visions I fear
No point in knowing the truth Its all for nothing If you can’t change the facts Like living in a future past
Nothing can heal the sadness Of witnessing a tragedy no less than twice And all the eyes, of my peers are divided between The haters, the non-believers and the followers I try to push it back inside, as if the choice was mine What should I expect from life? It’s the only thing I can’t forecast
Hope, trust and love are for the dead I’ve seen enough to know we’re damned
Under oath I will, spit my truths at the world What I used to care for, now feeds my apathy I am the voice of the fallen, not knowing yet, not fearing yet I’m just a slave of fate, a messenger to the maker’s will
No point in screaming my truths If I can’t heal the wounds
I refuse, to keep on living this way This is not a life, this is a stride
What the fuck, have the stars done For when I was born, I was in their sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
