كلمات Blinding Ornaments

Permanent monologue, staring at the fuse and rope You try to stop the future but the anchors in the past they hold you still You rage against the human sin, you hate the colors of your land But everything's a monologue you raise the flag and just pretend Billions and billions and billions and billions of blinding ornaments Obedience, obedience, obedience, obedience from cradle to grave What are you, a tool with hands? How do you mend with all that you've done that is wrong Why are you afraid of them? You only have a fragment of time, so be alive