كلمات Cataclysm

There’s no life out there, there’s no hope alive here. Maybe you call for God, but I doubt He wants to hear you. I know, you know, the crowd is sick. It’s so easy to realize. Chasing the fallen dirty ones. They won’t forgive this crime. Sixty thousands bodies. Can’t we remember names? Treating them like numbers. “With love”, said motherland. Pictures in black and white to rescue the memories. Convicted without trial by the lords of brutality. I know, that’s close, we won’t survive. It's so hard to passing through. Crashing someone they choose to hate. They will never fight to lose. You or I could never play this role. So, what makes you a forgotten corpse? You and I were never welcome home. So, that’s makes you an unforgiven son. Chaos in damaged minds, chaos on everywhere. Everyone has broken, what is this kind of reality?