I'm afraid we'll all get stuck in this hole. In the arms of broken men, they fill it up. And let it grow old. We are the dead and the living are laughing at us. They turned us against ourselfs, crush us all at once.
But i've got something here, that they cant reach. I will not give in.
They can try, oh they can try, but they'll never kill this They can try, oh they can try, but they'll never kill this
And even if they break my hands, i will not give in. And even if they break my hands, i will not give in.
It's not a burden, it's a curse. We are forgotten, what could be worse. It's not a burden it's a curse.
It's not a burden, it's a curse. We are forgotten, what could be worse. It's not a burden, it's a curse. We are forgotten, what could be worse.