This distance will take time

And we are tired of dreaming awake

No place for us to shine

No one these days could now take

Will we learn from what tomorrow will be

Heal this fucking world from it's brutality

Frustration thrills every night

But what sense would it make to give up our fight...

Forever

Tired of tries

Sick of waking up with tears in my eyes

Never

I will not follow

I won't wake up because I am fearing tomorrow

Lost in a static motion

And elevating the abhorrent pretence

The guarantor for social erosion

Has become the most ghastly and massive offence

Heartless seem the days

Pretending to be something new

The bitter need for sensation

Has objected the fears of my whole generation...