There was a time indeed
Where everything could bleed
But now it’s in our fate,
We got nothing but hate.

Loosing grip is common,
It’s our sweet treat-poison
For the circle of life
And its double-edged knife.

We’re locked-up in darkness
Begging for forgiveness,
Praying a so-called god
Just waiting for a nod.

In the end we’re the same,
Driven by gold and fame,
From dusk till dawn we dream
That one day we could scream.

Always in a hurry
Even life seems blurry
While leading you in vain
To a grave with no name.