Enoulough

enolough was the year of the calling

we were waiting for the true messiah

and he rules from the depth of the Universe

taking us higher

hang on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch in

the air

in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed

apart

by flesh burning

by flesh burning

:: voice toast by karkov

we were wainting for the one, the saviour

we were praying for the song of healer

in every good there is a bit of evil

try to transform it when it turns medieval

emotions like a feever of emotions aimming from your heart

you've gotta learn to iniciate it with the truth concentrated

and pure

and fire it directly at men

and men (Just like a shotgun pointed at your heart)

and the world (We are like a spear trough your brain)

and men (We are the pupils on the destiny's eyes)

and the world (And is turning into drops of rain)

[2x]

outside

some children laughing make me laugh too

outside

there's no one to share our points of view

inside

our thoughts compress to the maximum

inside

we're well aware of what we're going trought

enolough was the year of the calling

we were waiting for the true messiah

and he rules from the depth of the Universe

taking us higher

so, hung on 'till the brightness flames of the hurricane touch

in the air

in the mist there were glimpses of technology being smashed

apart

by flesh (Just like a shotgun pointed at your heart)

burning (We are like a spear trough your brain)

by flesh (We are the pupils on the destiny's eyes)

burning (And is turning into drops of rain)