Letra de 05131888

Piled in inhuman condictions. Deeper we'll be throwed Has his price, you worth more that older one The wet cradle and chains cooler the punishment What flows harms the will There's no explanation for that atrocity Turn back is to die Disarranged images introduced something Stupid. Poor Create divisions. Imaginable evil. Facts. Mysterys. In fact everything that was extract are they lives Pices of a damned harvest. One chance one try Get up from fall before they cut your wristes Run from the slayer Release from slavery Feelings turn us commom people Attached to mistakes Everything is out control Get rid from emotion once created Be free from old conditions Fear hides the true Blind by beliefs It's hard to forget, since the beginning Been the hunt