Paroles de Solacing

Finality to freedoms theft Now I regain my old face I am the voice, forged from the next The world inside design To reminisce of humanistic traits devoid of love Find me intact, though I insist I'm scattered all over this earth Can I forgive? I beg for solace. Condemn myself for being Can I forgive? I beg for solace. Condemn myself for being human born. Another day on man's green earth we regress Another day on man's green earth; bastard (child) of our sins.