With every day, with every time the eyes we open and cross the line A bitter taste of consciousness when else the life we care a less A little piece of morality inside of sick insanity It brings to us the truth so sad there`s there no way where is the end
The only Hope is left to sell And every day we ride to hell And when we reach the final point The end will never disappoint The only words are left to say We ride to hell and cannot stay The world of us that we enjoy The world we all liked to destroy
From every bed to every grave, from every pill right on your tongue The path will still remain the same – the hopelessness behind the will No any crossroads on highway, no any little glimpse of light Behind all faces and the walls we know we lost in ride your sight.