Chasing the Truth
Burning fields of mind
Submitted, trampled, rejected.
Sown with the seeds of lies
You like it, you need it, you choose it.
Everytime I look into your eyes
I see the void,there's nothing inside
Something lost without a trace
Ashes of soul is all that remains.
Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where.. Where will I find
You in the solitude.
Everytime I look at people around
There is only void - nothing inside
Lives built in mire of impudent lie,
Erected on sand from the hypocritical land.
Truth, where do you hide?
Who builds the walls around you?
Where.. Where will I find
The answers, real answers.
Whores writhe in ecstasies
Flaccid, pitiful.
Rags of lies uncover their bodies
Eaten by the moth of traditions.
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