Testo di Obtuse

Obtuse missing voice the instrument of conversation missing hands beyond the means to show sign language missing ears no chance to hear eyes too blind to see but that's no reason at all the stupidity of this age will slowly come fire the exploder of egoism sharing sorrow will never be possible customs of past will be changed existing life forgotten and dead buried in the deepest of all i wonder if they will ever find the grave no possibilities to stop time show me the knight of no mercy is he a legend or were we always the same jesus not the man i meant it`s quite simple it's called the human race I'd enjoy missing the facts of this case the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak