Everyday in life new things change
No matter what in the end it's always the same
Minds made to believe lie's, Fake imposters of the old
The youth is to young they need time to grow
The world is supressed of truth WHY!
Many people each time deny that
Inside they convey emotions they hide
Money, sin, pain, Death
I correct my unknowing ambitions
As no more than golas
With no morale
Cause there attained with unknowlegded minds
Fought with emotional uneasy hands
Defended by fools and arrogant tyrants
Lost by the kindhearted
This seiged world of nightmares
Is truly the theme of my meancholic tone
To which no entity owns
Cause if so...
This world would never know
