So often we don`t know the truth. But we draw the missing parts inside our minds. We must find a guilty cause. The furious desire of revenge must be satiated.
He is a savior, not a murder. But our cruelty gonna take his life.
He tried to save, but we hate to understand it. Tears of compassion not to oneself
So often we play with lifes. But who we are to have right to do it. Revenge is so sweet. And the cruel hangman is sharpening his edge.
He is an angel with good intentions But our cruelty gonna take his life.
He tried to save, but we hate to understand it. Tears of compassion not to oneself
It`s so hard to live when you know all the truth. Just better to die you gonna to leave all the secular problems behind. This world is so poisoned so heartless and vile. And life here – nuisance from cradle to grave
Counting months, weeks, days Counting hours, minutes, seconds Waiting, waiting for the end Waiting for electrocution.