Find yourself …in a shell…
Your heaven, my hell…
Soldier of fake culture… Y
our heaven, my hell…
Programmed to be a grain in the sand… …condition : alienated…
Programmed to be a grain in the sand … and as the wind blows
Nothing feeds your sense… non-sense being Lie fuels your weakness…
like a breeze in the burning soul…
In the desert of ignorance In the desert of ignorance…you just exist…
Perfect paint is the one that owns the truth ….
You ain´t got the real ink….
In the desert of ignorance In the desert of ignorance…you just exist…
Find yourself in a shell…
Your heaven, my hell…
Soldier of fake culture…
Your heaven, my hell…
Programmed to be a grain in the sand… …condition : alienated…
Programmed to be a grain in the sand…and as the wind blows Nothing feeds your sense… non-sense being
Lie fuels your weakness… like a breeze in the burning soul… Free your mind…mean your existence Deserve it…
The emotion is for us all…
