I
was born in Hell,
Raised in Hell,
Enslaved, for so many years,
To the wishing well
I thought I was alive, all these years
I thought it was real, but in the end I always knew,
It was all just a facade, a stage, a mistake
The few times I stopped to look,
I was overwhelmed by all the fears
I just could not not deal with the fact, that everything around me was plague
Then I just looked away, I bought the lies, I believed the hollow skies
I was not strong enough enoough to realize, so all the time, I just tried to
hide
It was all fake, but it all felt so safe
That I accepted the mistake, I became a part of the mistake
But then, all illusion fadeed away, and I could see right through
Those eyes, the eyes of Death
Then, all those fears were gone,
And I could finally realize
That I was hiding like a coward, just forfeiting the fight, all that time
And now....Maybe is too late....Is it too late?
I got rid of the plague, but what about the mistake?
I must erase, I must fix the mistake, but....What if I am the mistake?
After all, since I was born, I was born already torn
Rejected, neglected, I was born..But I was born already dead
Unwanted, uninvited,
They always talked abot sacrifice,
But I never asked to join your party
So, I am still here, even tough it feels like I should just disappear
I don´t belong here, why should I stay?
The calling, everyday, tells me to just go away
It would be so much easier that way
Hell, Hell, Hell, is there any new tale to tell?
Am I under some kind of spell?
Will I be strong enough to break the shell?
Why does nobody buys all I have to sell?
I did my time, so why am I still on this prison cell?
Hell....Burnig my soul to ashes
That the wind takes away
To away, far away, so far away.....
I look around, I realize, with my eyes open wide
And all I see is a mistake
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