In days of vigilance my eyes pass around
They don’t see anything other than the fight against the fall
But if I was born dead, none of this can be real
Mere daydream is life, it’s the dead upon this earth
Look without your eyes!
While the sand moves in the desert, the rain numbs the people
Lots of takers rose up against the enemy of multiple faces
Some apparent victories hid disloyalty, a seed searching
For new soil to germinate again and reinitiate the cycle of pain
Why do I see so much hate? If the evidences show that
Daydreams are merely confusion
Behind huge walls of an imposing solid face
Hides the mask of unreality and I wait for the final awakening
Why do I see so much hate? If the evidences show that
Daydreams are merely confusion
The doubts around the reality of life ring in my dreams
These are the final days!
You can't live, so pray and believe, if not you won’t receive
The good news and you’ll burn in hell!
In state of vigilance I will survive, and I wait for the final awakening
Without any hope, without knowing if my life is real!
In my heart, there still is the face of death
My blood: Waiting for the afflicted spill
A defect that pronounces itself, but it doesn’t regain and turns me into a sacrifice half alive
(And I’ve) white blood! White blood! White blood improper blood until the sacrifice!
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