Lost in the wind with no soul to keep it steady,

without freedom to keep us free at nights of a dark blue sky,

only stars on distance blink with little lights of heaven,

but still, we wander without an answer,

unfortunately the scream of a lyric poem must be erased,

it has to die.

And no one seems to be awakened,

awareness is a truth disguised confusion of a global lie,

so we believe in a power of Allah, Christ, Voodoo and Magic,

religion is just a thing to dissolve the focus,

just a tool to keep us blind.

As thou illusion planted in the years of growing,

and media prefer perfection served from eye to mind,

the sound of loneliness reopen old wound of forgotten memories,

they have wash the brain and turn it over

to a simplicity of greed and struggle for a little dime.

In between Centuries circle keeps on spinning

and history repeats the madness from which we never learn,

brothers, sisters lying under the soil,

ripped from life that's been demanding,

in a gift that earth collected,

from ash we were built, to the ash we'll burn.

And it's easier to run than fight,

it's easier to live everything behind the curtain

and forget the past like it was never there,

its easier to die misguided, with no hope for better life,

than stand all alone

in the darkness of empty words and swollen swords,

just waiting for change to be made,

after the sun, till the end of rain.

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