Primal wish beyond the skies Years ago we tried to rise Years ago we civilized But now... We are on crossroad of destiny Blind from birth still feels the pain Deaf can hear the falling rain Scary arts can't break the chain Of hate... Demanding the blood of innocent.
Moral suicide, the way we're living Killing is a way of stealing Own life of pitiful morals Take the innocence by forcing Off the roof - the road of worst Performing the moral suicide
Primal wish beyond the sun Years ago we tried to run Years ago we killed for fun But now... There is nothing, that changed the present times Knife into the flesh of hers No regrets, but only force We could make it even worse Obey... Primordial game of passion
Moral suicide, the way we're living Killing is a way of stealing Own life of pitiful morals Take the innocence by forcing Off the roof - the road of worst Performing the moral suicide