كلمات Stare

Call it, contempt or enjoyment To be yourself, a man Your stare can tell it You inhale admirations You hope to see some souls Left to bleed in silence Trying to hear cries who suffocate In panting breaths Spirit's lust may grow stronger for your sake Will you see your lifetime as a revenge? Delighted for standing in front-line Your stare can tell it Alone, you'll find your true pleasure Your stare can tell it Again and again, In a moment of clarity your supremacy Blindfold wishes are mistaken To an horror-load energy Mesmerized by this slave's observation Condemned to our foul mind tricks Only your hate's providing Everything Call it, exaltation or damnation To be yourself, a man Your stare can tell it With your demons at your feet Every scream, scream of soul That stretching inside You would be upon everything If you could you'd bury compassion Ambitions burns with passion and greed Will you think to make another step behind mediocrity? You would feel the obsession's fallen Tears together with your contradictions You would feel the start of pleasant descent Tears together with your contradictions Don't give you satisfaction