Cassandra

Who should be blamed for all that happened to us?

What good is to whisper into deafened ears?

Why did I choose to have this gift, the key in my hand

I keep on trying but it never fits

Filled my head with pictures of prophecies

First he gave me power than spat in my mouth

Towns in flames, I foresee calamities

I run to enemies that noone sees, noone hears

I can tell the truth but noone cares

Let me run to the mountains, the highest peak, shout it loud

Let the verity fly in the air

But my voice is carried away by the wind

They were laughing, called me names, called me a fool

I helplessly watched them to act just like fools

I was sane, the only one among madmen

Now we stand on ruins, with nothing left to lose