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...