Try to see things clear We walk with heavy steps on this new built street With the guilt on our heads Blindfolded from the reaching arms People don't give a fuck what reality looks like We haven't changed at all: Endless miseries still passing us by. I wont live in a world where only some can fit: This peace of mind is a piece of shit
The boy that never saw the morning sun He was torn by your very own hands The father that never slept safe Knowing he could never back down
Who will tell his stories when this world has turned its back on him?
Who will tell his stories when he's done? Who will make his voice remain? When the only thing we see is a broadcast of his world still burning down: This peace of mind is a piece of shit.