You tried to mask the yearn of what
You lie master you
Pain has disrupt your might
We all yearn to the chains
With pain
And disrupt your might
We all bury utopia
In a flame of resignation
We are burning our world to dust
In a moment of redemption
We're all rising beyound the death of our future
yourself of dignity
We are realising beyound the day of our grace
Wondering what we come to plead
Pain disgust
Creation of the world
Love, remorse, without
Penitence reanimate the weak
Labor and rise up
You tried to mask the yearn of what
you lie master you
We all bury utopia
In the flame of resignation
We are burying our world today
In a coffin of protection
My heart is boiling
My lenses are
My heart is aching
My soul is filled with pain disgust
Creation of the world
Love, remorse, freedom
Answers reanimate the way
Labor and rise up
The dead eyes of a skeleton
Harvest of my skeleton
