Over years and years, everyone has surrended against opression and covered under vengance to justify it
Falling down the tears, of everyone that tried, failed and died in vain when they feel like a misfit
We've all born for a purpose, the one that is lost, no kind of haste or necessity to know but to get out of here
The blame isn't of God that are living upon our self darkness, disgraceful misery and attached to our fear

The life isn't easier more than what it seems!
We have just try to get along with it and don't surrender in front of the evil will!

Underneath the sky, we just beg for another lifestyle that will not be conceived by our sins
Behind your supposed lie, we hide ourselves from the pain and teach about the power that we don't even know what it means
From the cradle we have learned to don't make a waste of our lives and what the hell we are doing to win this perpetual fight
This world is for two kind of persons, the strong and smart and the weak and brute, one lives and the other die instead wanting to go by

The life is hard for the idle and easier for the smart!
We have to adapt to the conditions requiered to begin right from the start!

I see everyday, a man that try to kill another man without justified purpose or desire
I feel everytime, a innocent died by a harmful fucker that sooner or latter he'll suicide by the fault with a gun or a wire
The democracy of this nation has spilled the respect of the people that are destined to be controlled by those in control
Every piece of the earth is falling slowly into a intorable void and crawling slightly into the walls of co-depency and the tendency and abbility to slave us to the days of nevermore

The past life of the survivors is a unbeliveable story!
They just believe in themselves to get through alive and make a mark with their words in this washable history!

Get through the real, for the first fucking time and believe your sight that is so real
Ignore the unreal, live without lies that your mind have made to make you believe the unreal
Try to live with all that you have, live the best you can, and decide the reason that you would die for
Wipe the tears and sweat, work hard to live this life and in this hole so-called dark-world