The abyss is calling me,
from where I’m supposed to live.
I’m sick of this worn-out space
I lost what I always chased and now
voidness is seizing me.
The sight of a beaten race.
My silence spoke for all this misery.
Living another day
to keep the illusion stronger.
Witness of all the pain,
I watch the world going under.
Our glorious dreams
are fading out , one by one, but you say
“tomorrow will be the time we’ll get repaid”.
There is no sign of progress.
We’re getting closer to the end.
There is no sign of progress.
but still they think that I’m insane.
Our glorious dreams
are fading out , one by one, but you say
“tomorrow will be the time we’ll get repaid”.
I won’t hear
the lies you spread, my intolerance will prevail.
You’ll never see
why I reached the end of hope.
The hell is real, It’s what we call homeland.
So say goodbye, your lives become the same when they are desperate.
I won’t hear
the lies you spread, my intolerance will prevail.
You’ll never see
why I reached the end of hope.
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