Orphans of our own destiny, searching for dust and wind
I know we’re wrapped to choices that we have made in this life
What we became?
I still remember you saying to me that hell is repetition
That life goes round and round and we must prevent
The greed that blinds the will
The pride that blinds the faith
The doubt that blinds the hope
The hate that kills the love
Contradictions of speech and belief
We won’t find many friends I know
But if you let the feeling just lead the way
Burning like a fire
I still remember you saying to me that hell is repetition
That life goes round and round and we must prevent
The greed that blinds the will
The pride that blinds the faith
The doubt that blinds the hope
The hate that kills the love
