dear brother/sister , look, our lives are on your handswe lost the beauty of the flying bird, we're illI'm so bored of crying, of stoppingcontinuing to this perverse games is a sin/shamewake up now wake upwake up friend wake upwake up now wake up from your dark sleepthere were only colors, then they got lost/faded, toobefore we breathe inoh, this life is a meaningless jokeeverybody is aware of thatI'm so bored of crying, of stoppingcontinuing to this perverse games is a sinwake up now wake upwake up friend wake upwake up now wake up from your dark sleepyou were at the end of that road after allyou wouldn't do a thing after allyou, sluggard, lazy, you were alone
dear brother/sister , look, our lives are on your hands
ReplyDeletewe lost the beauty of the flying bird, we're ill
I'm so bored of crying, of stopping
continuing to this perverse games is a sin/shame
wake up now wake up
wake up friend wake up
wake up now wake up from your dark sleep
there were only colors, then they got lost/faded, too
before we breathe in
oh, this life is a meaningless joke
everybody is aware of that
I'm so bored of crying, of stopping
continuing to this perverse games is a sin
wake up now wake up
wake up friend wake up
wake up now wake up from your dark sleep
you were at the end of that road after all
you wouldn't do a thing after all
you, sluggard, lazy, you were alone