fight, fight
You only care for blinded tears
To penetrate with heresies
You lack of deep integrity
Your cold embrace
Finds me amused
We have been searching what we can expect of me
We have the words of sacred fortune-tellers
We have the liars that will start to speak the truth
We have the world for what we call are youths
Get out of my life
Get out of my world
Get out of my head
You feel the world outside is grey
Don't think in black and white my child
The war you sent is in my head
Insane to fight for no man's land
You killed your idols my beloved son
Stand in line to get some sleep