So far inside...it´s my hardest trip...my hardest time...yeah,my enemies(I know them well)
Find my weakness before get helped
Can I regret?...
The myth is dead Veins still pulse...
No,I won´t die...my hands are tied up to the sky...
I search the strenght to go on...
I´ll break these chains because
I need a chance to prove all the truth inside me
Biggest distance is between our hearts and our minds...pleasures hidden behind the vice
Gold is hidden inside your eyes...(sounds are lower than they used to be)
I can´t hear my good thoughts...
I just can´t hear my thoughts...
I fight against myself to keep my positive actions with me...I´m trying to survive...
But greed and lie grow weak the spirit
How many times
I ask myself if all these things were worthwhile
How many days I spent for being so concern about this conflict How many times...
I lost the count How many days...
I can´t forget How many times
I asked for help...how many times you denied.
