Death and misery Became some friends for me Remoldind my sins I need my hands clean
With manipulated crow Everythings seems be found Promissed food and ground Then you sell their souls Just see in me
My flag stay raised up You never speak about the things out of your you never show the truth behind your cameras Sometimes i think that you are felling very sure but You're not máster inside of my thoughts
How many people hungry scream into the dark of your notes? How many families you explore till the death , Voyeurs of a the detiny tragedy Your scenes are not real, I need to made you feel Their desilussion, their weakness, their voices I'll fill your soul with all their moans I want see your face I want see your face Unafaced
